Love in a Photograph
2 years later
2 years later:
"Do you really want this?" I ask Harry sitting across the table, I look down at the table "this, you really want it?"
He reamins silent.
I press my lips so no words, no emotions come out. My shaky hand takes the pen being passed to me and I sign the papers in my own way. I get up, take my coat and storm out of the room.
I run into my house that we used to share, "Hey hon, how'd you go?" El asks me as I collapse on the couch. I sit there, taking my heels off and look at the time and realise I need to get changed.
I come down stairs
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/97/59/97/975997ec4a29f2f6e98c88eda04d785a.jpg
waiting for El who is ready.
http://data.whicdn.com/images/30921074/large.jpg
We get in the car and I drive in complete utter silence. Tonight is the opening of my long awaited dream of an art gallery. I am so excited, all my friends including Taylor Swift yes I can say she has become one of my good friends after my wedding we just kind of kept in touch.
We arrive to the destination downtown LA, my first opening is in LA if I am successful enough I Want to bring it down to London. My mum moved to Australia but her and dad are civil they will both be in attendance. "Come on love, I've got you." El and I link arms I look at the sign of my gallery. it's called HHS GALLERY.
I step in http://www.tylershields.com/images/gallery/large_gallery_los_angeles.jpg
and there are heaps of people which I am surprised with.
Few hours has passed and everyone I can think of has congratulated me, I am standing in front of the most personal painting I have. http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KQrElWRW3bs/UXrFqq1W6vI/AAAAAAAAAVo/s1FqB1R_Q-M/s1600/Wyatt-artist-Lisa-Larrabee.jpg
I take a deep breath and try not to react. I look up at the clock and see time is running out, his not coming. I know everything that has happened between us, I just thought he could put our shit aside and be here for me on this special night of my life. He always promised me that he would be here once I opened my own gallery.
Everything that has happened these past couple years I still have to wrap my head around. But the day he told me he had given up was the day I just lost it. So I indulged myself in my work and that's how I got here to this point in my life.
I take a sip of champagne and continue to look at this painting, it feels like he is here with me. I then get a flashback of one I really want to forget.
"We have to keep fighting Harry, we need to keep pushing. Thats' what , we, us do. We don't just give up we keep pushing and fight through it." We stand opposite ends of our living room in our house in LA.
"I don't know if I have any fight left in me Hayls". He speaks his truth. But no I won't let this happen we are not giving up.
"Well you know what Harry, find the courage to keep going. I know you have it, this is a marriage Harry you don't just get to quit or give up. We both chose to love one another until we both take our last breaths. That's what you promised me" I point to him.
"Harry please" I step closer to him. "No don't" I move back again not wanting to aggravate him even more. "I just want to know when you wanted this, when did you decide that we were over? Because I am o going to keep fighting for us, as long as it takes. I will fight for the both of us"
"YOU DON'T GET IT" HE yells making me jump . "I don't want you to fight for us! I am done, it's over!"
"NO it's not" I yell at him again. I put my hands on my hips. "So what's that it, after everything." I cry, hoping my tears will make him change his mind.
He yells again
"YOU LEFT ME HAYLEY"
"Do you really want this?" I ask Harry sitting across the table, I look down at the table "this, you really want it?"
He reamins silent.
I press my lips so no words, no emotions come out. My shaky hand takes the pen being passed to me and I sign the papers in my own way. I get up, take my coat and storm out of the room.
I run into my house that we used to share, "Hey hon, how'd you go?" El asks me as I collapse on the couch. I sit there, taking my heels off and look at the time and realise I need to get changed.
I come down stairs
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/97/59/97/975997ec4a29f2f6e98c88eda04d785a.jpg
waiting for El who is ready.
http://data.whicdn.com/images/30921074/large.jpg
We get in the car and I drive in complete utter silence. Tonight is the opening of my long awaited dream of an art gallery. I am so excited, all my friends including Taylor Swift yes I can say she has become one of my good friends after my wedding we just kind of kept in touch.
We arrive to the destination downtown LA, my first opening is in LA if I am successful enough I Want to bring it down to London. My mum moved to Australia but her and dad are civil they will both be in attendance. "Come on love, I've got you." El and I link arms I look at the sign of my gallery. it's called HHS GALLERY.
I step in http://www.tylershields.com/images/gallery/large_gallery_los_angeles.jpg
and there are heaps of people which I am surprised with.
Few hours has passed and everyone I can think of has congratulated me, I am standing in front of the most personal painting I have. http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KQrElWRW3bs/UXrFqq1W6vI/AAAAAAAAAVo/s1FqB1R_Q-M/s1600/Wyatt-artist-Lisa-Larrabee.jpg
I take a deep breath and try not to react. I look up at the clock and see time is running out, his not coming. I know everything that has happened between us, I just thought he could put our shit aside and be here for me on this special night of my life. He always promised me that he would be here once I opened my own gallery.
Everything that has happened these past couple years I still have to wrap my head around. But the day he told me he had given up was the day I just lost it. So I indulged myself in my work and that's how I got here to this point in my life.
I take a sip of champagne and continue to look at this painting, it feels like he is here with me. I then get a flashback of one I really want to forget.
"We have to keep fighting Harry, we need to keep pushing. Thats' what , we, us do. We don't just give up we keep pushing and fight through it." We stand opposite ends of our living room in our house in LA.
"I don't know if I have any fight left in me Hayls". He speaks his truth. But no I won't let this happen we are not giving up.
"Well you know what Harry, find the courage to keep going. I know you have it, this is a marriage Harry you don't just get to quit or give up. We both chose to love one another until we both take our last breaths. That's what you promised me" I point to him.
"Harry please" I step closer to him. "No don't" I move back again not wanting to aggravate him even more. "I just want to know when you wanted this, when did you decide that we were over? Because I am o going to keep fighting for us, as long as it takes. I will fight for the both of us"
"YOU DON'T GET IT" HE yells making me jump . "I don't want you to fight for us! I am done, it's over!"
"NO it's not" I yell at him again. I put my hands on my hips. "So what's that it, after everything." I cry, hoping my tears will make him change his mind.
He yells again
"YOU LEFT ME HAYLEY"
great story! Keep writing!
2/20/16