[Harry]

Unfortunately, I had to come clean. A sharp gasp came from both of them, they're unable to believe what I just told them. I feel the same way, it still shocks me to think it actually occurred. My mind hasn't be able to erase the image of that little girl staring at me, her eyes identical to her mother's, as well as her hair. The memory flashes through my head at least once an hour - and it's driving me mad. Unfortunately, I had to admit the events of that dreadful night to them as well, meaning they now know the reason why I broke things off with Jenny. It hurt my mother at first, she was ashamed of me and I couldn't blame her. I'm a horrible person.

"Oh my goodness. Did Jenny's mother know who you were?" Mum asks, her hand sitting on my shoulder for comfort. She understands how rough this has been on me, how exhausted I have been these past couple of days. I've been staying up late trying to comprehend it all, debating on how to fix it.

"No, I don't think so. She didn't act like she did." I sigh out, running a hand through my hair to push it from my sweaty forehead.

"That's crazy.. and really odd. Maybe it's a sign!" Gemma says with wide eyes.

I shake my head at her comment, "I doubt that. Just a coincidence."

"Twice. In one day, Harry. That's not just a coincidence." She mocks my tone, making an exaggerated face in the process.

"Gemma." Mum breathes out, trying her best not to lose her patience with my sister. I don't blame her, it's hard to handle her at times.

"Like I said before.. I don't know what to do. I don't know if the little girl told Jenny or not.. I'm just afraid she did."

"Don't be afraid. Maybe Jenny will see how nice you were to her kid." Gemma shrugs, she's got a point - somewhat.

"I think.." My mother starts with a deep exhale, ".. you ought to invite Jenny out to dinner one night and try to talk things over, at least amend things so that in case you ever do see her out and about you won't.. freak out."

My heart instantly bounces around in my chest at the mention of taking her out again. Going on dates with her were the best times of my life. She has the sweetest personality and I never left a date unsatisfied. I know that my mother wants me to do the right thing, which just so happens to be the hardest thing. Shooting her a text would be much simpler but I know that won't pass as a solution to all of this. Talking in person, no matter what the situation is, will always be better in the long run.

"Sometimes.. we are sent signs.. and I believe, truly Harry, that seeing that little girl twice in the very same day was a sign that you need to rethink how you ended things." Mum's voice was gentle as ever, her grip on my shoulder tightens as she lets out a soft sigh.

"How am I supposed to.. go about this, Mum? I broke her heart." The pain in my chest still hasn't let up and it's been nearly two months since it happened. Weeks fly by fast when you aren't looking forward to your date every Friday with the most beautiful soul you had ever come across...

"Baby," She pulls me into a hug, both arms embracing me tightly, "I know this will be tough.. but I know you can do it. You have a good heart, Harry, I know you can figure this out." With a kiss on my cheek, she leans away.

"I want to, believe me. There is nothing I want more than to.. to just apologize. Even if she hates me.. I.. I want to apologize." My throat is scratchy all of a sudden, a sign that my emotions will soon get the best of me. I don't want to fall apart in front of my mother. The woman that raised me doesn't need to witness me breaking down. I refuse to allow that to happen.

Before I even thought about it, I stood from the couch and hurried up to my room. They both called after me, Mum more than Gemma, but I didn't have time to explain. They will know soon, and then they will clearly understand why I just ran out like that.

I scramble around, finally reaching the desk in the corner. I tear out a piece of paper from a notebook that was just laying on the top of a stack of books. I didn't care to even see if the page was blank. I grab a pen and begin to spill out everything I want to say - hoping, and praying, that she'll take the time to read this when she gets it.

Mum's right, seeing that little girl of hers was a sign. I have been given another chance, and I won't dare screw it up this go around.


It only took ten minutes for me to gather my thoughts and jot everything down on the paper. I had to mark out a few words because I was in such a rush - I forgot how to spell a few things. I waved the paper in the air so that the ink would dry quicker. Folding it up a few times, I pull out an envelope from the desk drawer and shove the paper inside, trying to hurry myself. I need to get this done tonight, so she'll see in when she checks the mail tomorrow.

Using the same pen, I ink her name on the envelope - no return address, no stamp, nothing but her pretty name. I seal it with a lick and flick off the light as I exit my bedroom.

My feet have never went so fast down the staircase before. This is urgent, this must be done tonight - no exceptions or delays will change that. When I return to the living room, my mom jumps from her seat, worried about what I was doing upstairs and why on earth I ran up there so fast.

"I've got to go to Jenny's." I say as I pick my keys off the table, shoving my wallet in my pocket just a second later.

"What? No! It's almost eleven, Harry. It can wait." Mum grabs a hold of my wrist, trying her hardest to prevent me from fleeing through that door.

I turn to face her, pressing my hand to her cheek, "Mum.. please. I need to do this."

Her eyes soften, a subtle sigh slipping out of her mouth, "Darling, it's very late."

"I'm just going to drop it in the mailbox. Please, let me go."

Without another word spoke from either of us, she releases my hand - a silent approval to go on and handle my business tonight. I kiss her forehead before I dash to the door, keys tight in my clenched fist.

"I'll drive safe, I promise." I yell out as I shut the door behind me. I need to make it to the elevators quickly, ran through the parking garage, and get on with the journey to her house.


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The hood covering my head would easily make anyone think I was up to no good. I try to keep positive thoughts in my head, though, as I trail up to her mailbox. Jenny lives in a nice, quiet neighborhood. The houses aren't very big but they are really well kept. I glance around, making sure no one was walking on the sidewalks - I don't know why they would at this time of night, but it's always safe to check.

I open the box and slide the envelope in. I take a deep breath, praying that this will work out for the best. As I'm walking to my car, I glance over my shoulder and notice that a second story window is lit up. My body leans against my car, my eyes glaring up at the window. It's hard to see, but I can easily make out the silhouette of someone - quite familiar to Jenny's figure, but I can't just assume that's her.

For a moment the shadow is gone. Just a moment later it returns to the window. The person sits down on what I could guess would be a chair or a stool. Movements become rapid as the person begins to hold something high in the air - another dark silhouette, a much smaller one.

My breath gets stuck in my throat, of course I would have to witness that. I hope that this little girl was a sign for me, because if she wasn't - I believe I've gotten myself stuck in a sticky situation.

Without a thought of retrieving the letter and just forgetting this plan entirely - I get in my car and crank the engine. I take one last deep breath, swallowing harshly as I pull out onto the street, leaving not only my heart felt words behind, but also the girl of my dreams.

It's worth a shot.

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