Remember When

Prologue

The rain steadily beats on the top of my car. To be honest, it certainly is sad. Not necessarily just the weather, but everything. Really there is only one thing in this world that is happy, and can make me happy. There used to be two, but stuff happens I guess you could say. But at this moment, not even that one thing makes me happy.

With a sigh, I look at my watch to see that I've been here for about an hour and a half. And by here I mean that I've sat in my car, neglecting to get out and step into the real world. Neglecting to face my reality. Hell, I've been neglecting my reality ever since it happened. But, I know that I have to. I have to do this so that I can move on, and be there for those who need me. I suppose that you could say that this is the closure that I need. Especially after finding that final letter. This is what I need to do.

I look down at my lap, where the journal is and sigh. This is really going to be harder than expected, no matter how much my head is telling me to do so. It's my heart that really doesn't want to hurt again. Running my hands over the cover, I try to remember when this journal represented something happier than what I'm feeling. Nothing really comes to mind. If it was happy to me, it was sad to her. Never really a happy moment.

With one last look at the cover, I open it up without thinking another thought. On the first page, you can see many doodles smudged and made blurry by water. Obvious teardrops scatter the first page, making my eyes water. It's hard to tell whether they are mine or hers, probably both have been collected here. After all, that's how far I made it last time when I tried doing this. Although, something is different this time. This time will be different. This time, I will make it past this page. I need to do this, and I will. At least that's what I keep telling myself...

I turn the page, and I read what's written.

Dear Harry,

I have finally allowed myself to stop crying...well crying as much. I don't even know why I'm crying so much. I mean I know why, but it's not like you've died or anything. I think it's just the fact that you left and there is a possibility of death. I don't mean to start this off so gloom, but that's the reality of the situation. You could die at any moment, and the fact that I'm nowhere near you right now kills me. I just wish you were with me right now because I really do need you.

On another note, you gave me this journal so I could track my days without you. I don't really know why, we all know my days are freaking horrible, but I guess I won't complain too much. Anyways, I thought about the journal and I want to do more. I want to tell our story. I want to relive everything, both the good and the bad. I think it will be the perfect thing for us to read when you get back. So we can relive these moments together. So, let's start this thing!

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A/N: Hello, whoever is reading this :). Feel free to comment