Eunoia (Greek):
A pure and well-balanced mind, a good spirit. Beautiful thinking.
Harmony Ivy Reed - a nineteen year old girl in her second year of college, tackling college life by storm as she strives to stay on top at one of the most prestigious...
"I can hold my breath, I've been doing it since he left."
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After Sawyer left, the house grew quiet again. Zara and Logan retreated to their rooms, and I followed suit, shutting the door behind me. My steps felt heavy as I moved to my desk and started to arrange my things.
As I was putting away some files in a drawer, I stumbled on an album I hadn't seen in ages and paused, my fingers hovering over it before I finally pulled it out and sat down on my bed.
Inside were memories I both cherished and feared—photographs of my family. My fingers brushed over the edges of each picture and my heart ached with a familiar, unbearable longing.
One photo showed my parents on their wedding day, my mother laughing as my father kissed her cheek, making me smile.
Another was of Conrad and me as kids, my blonde hair tied into two braids and Conrad's sandy hair ruffled messily, both of us grinning ear to ear as we showed off a sandcastle we'd built. I stared at their faces, their smiles frozen in time and a deep, hollow pain took root in my chest.
I missed them so much it hurt.
As I sifted through the photos, my mind drifted to Sebastian. The memories of him felt heavier tonight and more suffocating. His sharp grey eyes, his measured voice—they haunted me. I had tried to be strong, to move on, but his absence felt like a wound that refused to heal.
Tears spilled over before I realized it and soon I was sobbing uncontrollably. I clutched a photo of my family, my cries muffled against it.
My thoughts spiraled uncontrollably as I cried, trying to keep it down but I couldn't.
I didn't love Sebastian enough to make him stay.
I ruin everything.
My parents died because of me.
If I hadn't been there...
A soft knock sounded at the door, but I was too far gone to answer. The door creaked open and Zara stepped in, her expression shifting from concern to alarm as she saw me curled up on the bed, shaking.
"Harmony," She said gently, rushing to my side. She sat beside me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close, "Hey, it's okay. I'm here, I've got you."
I couldn't stop the sobs, couldn't stop the words that poured out of me between gasps for air.
" I—I should've loved them more. I should've been better. Maybe if I'd been better, they'd still be here. He'd still be here." I cried.
Zara's grip tightened as she rocked me gently.
"No, Harmony, don't do this to yourself. None of this is your fault, okay? Not Sebastian, not your parents. You didn't do anything wrong." She tried to comfort me when the door burst open again, and Logan stormed in, his face a mix of worry and panic.
