"There you go mam, I'll be right in the corner." I thank the guard.

I sit in an dungy musty room with trembling crossed hands. I swallow and lick my lips continually while tapping foot against the floor, mist likely annoying the guard.

what feels like an eternity, he finally comes in. In an orange jumpsuit, face decaying, hair unkempt, beard growing. I never thought I'd find myself here.

"Never thought I'd see you ever again." He takes a seat. "Why you here?" No emotion, nothing behind his tone.

"Just had to see you." I don't really know why I am her. "And day thank you for ruining everything."

"ahh married life not all that cracked up to be?" I look to the ground, in some sense he is right.


"I hope you get better." I say sincerely. Raising his eyebrow, "what's wrong with me." I scan the surroundings of this environment and how his life has lead him here.


I stand up, taking my bag and nod to the guard. "Will you be back?" He asks. "No goodbye." I swiftly run out of that cold intimidating room I had to see him one last time, for a weird piece of my own mind, but I realised something he is actually not blame for Harry's and mine mosaic relationship.



Driving home in the dark my head and heart waring. I am conflicted I have never been so exposed I guess in my entire life.

All of this unexplainable I can't understand, what can I do to change this, does Harry want to change this, does he want to be a father? Does he want to be my husband anymore?

All these negative thoughts consuming me.

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Harry's pov:

I close the door to Ally's room, it is such a tall order getting her into bed. I fix myself a drink and plonk myself on the couch.

Turning on the tv and my jaw drops.

I hear the turning of the front door, my fists clenching. "Where ya been?" I Don't even give her the chance to wipe her feet.

"Out" She hangs up her coat. "where? "

"out!" She snaps. "Bella, you had better look at me." I stand with my hands on my hips in a demanding manner.

"Why does it bother you suddenly?" She crosses her arms. "Bella tell me and I know you'll be lying."


I have never been deprived of intelligence or anything so I expect some respect. "You went to see Will, why?"

She froze. "It's on the news." I point to the tv. "Why would you see that looney?" I raise my voice. "Keep it down Ally is asleep,"


She indicates the study here down stairs.

"Well?" I stand opposite of her, she sits on the desk feet dangling. "I just needed to see him."

"Why?"

"Do I need an explanation?" I am furious. "YES BELLA DAMM IT!."

I bang my fist on the table beside her. She flinches, I take a step back. "I don't know ok, I just needed to see if he was the reason?"

I am perplexed. "Reason for what?" I return to my normal tone. "If he was to blame, for this she wavers her hands between the distant space.

I run my hand through my hair, knowing exactly what she means. "And is he?" I sit next to her. Shaking her head, "No, no it's all on you." She looks down jumping off the table.

"Wait."

"What?" She cries. I hate seeing her, me like this. Truth is I have no idea how it came to this. I beamed with pure pride an joy finding out Ally is mine, now I struggle to look at her. My own daughter I struggle, my wife who i haven't touched in months.


We had it all, and I'm slowly backing away. "Harry I swear to god, one more day like this. And I'll need to make other arrangements." She says slamming the study door behind her. I remain frozen.

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I toss and turn in the guest room Bella took Ally in with her I heard her cries and Bella's magical ability to soothe them.


Whatever is going on with me, I need to make sure I sober myself up emotionally and psychologically. Sighing heavily how has life succumbed to this, I have everything I could ever want yet I struggle with fulfilment.







I hauled myself out of bed and step into the en-suite bathroom. Shampooing my hair, I let the hot water heal me. Next I shave I know Bella hates it when I do that whilst showering but duty calls.

Bella has always been there for me, and I have failed her immensely. I miss having her next to me, I miss my daughter, the cries I hear in the nighttime and I'm not the one wiping them away. I miss me, I miss my life, and I intended on rebuilding.

I hum the tune to Infinity, the lyrics so relevant, stepping out of the shower looking less of a dead man walking.




I quickly change quietly going downstairs. I grab my keys and leave the house.

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