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Finale. (Get your tissues out!)

Song for the chapter: Impossible (James Arthur cover)

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Harry's Pov-:

It was the constricting feeling in my chest. It was the horrific nightmares that replaced the ones of my father. It was the sadness that caused tears to stream down my face and create wet blotches on the pages of my sketchbook.

It was heartbreak.

Jessica upped and left. She left her home, she left LA and she left me. The past few days were full of confusion and a sense of trying to understand. Why hadn't she told me?

I trusted her with my entire being. I told her things about my past that I wasn't too fond on bringing back, but did anyways because she had the right to know. I guess she didn't feel the same when it came to me.

It really did show me how deceitful and misleading things about a person could be. Jessica had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen, the loudest laugh i'd heard aside from Niall's, but she was so, so broken. Behind her eyes she hid the things she left unsaid and the memories she left to be forgotten.

I would have saved her. I would have held her closely in her sleep, showered her with affection and let her share the weight on her shoulders with me. I would have chased away the demons and tried to fix her heart.

But she didn't want that, instead she did it for my demons. She opiated my fucked up mind and let hers drown her.

There were so many questions left unanswered, so many things in my mind that were as unclear as a mirror covered in steam.

She knew i'd question her haste decision to leave me, which dawned on me when her land lord gave me the Michael Kors bag I had given her with a few things inside yesterday; telling me that Jessica had left it on top of the bed with my name on a sticky note.

Her leather bound journal was the first thing I had pulled out. The transition in her writing was evident throughout the worn pages of the book; but I knew what she wanted me to see was at the very end. The page had been taped back in, after being ripped out or torn off. It was the song I recognized as the little piece she sang to me while we were out on the balcony.

She was trying to convince me that her heart was not one that could be fixed through the pained lyrics sprawled across the page.

Jessica knew a lot of things. She knew our relationship had a fifty percent chance of working out, she knew i'd go to her house in search of her after she had gone and find the journal, and she knew I'd be angry with her decision to leave without explaining. She knew me well i'd say, but the lyrics of her song showed me that there was one thing she didn't know. It was something I was so close to telling her that evening at the lake, something that could have possibly kept her here with me.

She didn't know that I was in love with her.

It took me a while to put it all together. However, I think my heart knew I was gone for her from the minute she opened her front door and giggled at my puzzled expression. It was my mind that held off the three words that were always on the tip of my tongue in an attempt to keep my heart guarded.

The wreckage that happened was inevitable though, because even though the words didn't leave my mouth, the end result was having not only my heart broken, but hers too, which was what I wanted to avoid the entire time.

Did she feel the same? Did she feel a fraction of the overwhelming feeling I felt when we first kissed? Did she get that nervous twist in her stomach like I did?