"Matilda!" He said shocked, placing his hand over his mouth- it was like he had seen a ghost. Then again, I was a ghost from his past.

I stood awkwardly in silence as he ran his hands through his hair as he tried to process what was happening before his eyes; it was obvious that he had suppressed the memories of Cornwall until that moment.

"What are you doing in London?" He asked in a breathy voice, meeting my eyes again. I saw sadness, and a hint of regret- did he regret leaving?

"Working- had to get out of Cornwall!" I joked lightly but the reminder of Cornwall made my chest ache, I missed Judy. We wrote letters every week and she was doing alright but I could tell that she was slowly deteriorating by the way that her writing was more wobbly.

"I'm so sorry that I didn't recognise you, God I'm such an idiot," he stood up and brought me into a slightly forced embrace, "You look... Different."

I didn't know whether to take it as a compliment or as an insult but all I knew was that this was not the meeting I had hoped for. In my dreams, Harry had swept me off my feet and brought me into a long, passionate kiss.

"This may be awkward but can I have my food," he pointed to the door with an apologetic look on his face,"I'm just starving. We can talk after,maybe?"

"My shift finishes now, see you around Harry," I replied before walking away, trying my best to keep the tears in my eyes until I was far away from him. I ignored his calls as I practically ran out the door and into the bathroom.

Grabbing the sink to steady myself, I tried to take deep breaths and rationalise the situation. For the past seven years, I had imagined us rekindling our friendship and maybe even something more that had blossomed the day he kissed me. Did he even remember that?

"I love him," I whispered to the dirty mirror as the tears cascaded down my cheeks, making my cheap mascara run. I looked a mess, no wonder Harry didn't want to talk to me. I had grown gaunt from not enough food- sometimes I just didn't feel like eating.

Ripping my apron off, I ran out of the room and placed Harry's order on the counter before stomping out the restaurant even though my boss was practically screaming at me to come back.

"Matilda, if you leave now you will lose your job!" He yelled as I ran down the street, my tears falling on to the dirty pavement. Ignoring his threats, I ran and ran until I felt my legs give way and I fell to the ground, smacking my body onto the hard stone painfully.

Flashbacks swarmed my mind; the first time I had ever met Harry, I had fell over him. This thought only made me weep even more and I leant against the brick wall of a building and hugged my knees to my chest.

Could I even call it heartbreak if it had only been me that was in love? The fact that I was so forgettable to him made my chest tighten and constrict, and I found breathing hard. He was sucking the life out of me, slowly he was killing me.

"Are you alright miss?" I looked up to meet a pair of harsh eyes, they were black and cold.

"I'm fine," I mumbled as I stood up, refusing his hands which tried to help me. I had learnt to not trust so many people, and that there were so many bad people that littered the streets.

"Fine! Be like that!" He shouted at me as I hurried away from him, trying to work out where I was in the pitch black night.

I found myself retracing my steps until I arrived back near where the restaurant was. Looking in the window, I saw the tables of smiling people; they were all eating, the bright light glimmering off them. They all looked so perfect.

Standing behind a large tree that was near the restaurant, I watched as my boss angrily shouted at the other waiters, probably aggravated by my actions. I don't know what I was waiting for, maybe I was waiting for Harry to come out and find me.

I must have been there for thirty minutes before I gave up and walked home with a heavy heart that felt like it could burst from sorrow. My footsteps felt like they weighed tonnes as I went up the stairs to get to my flat. It was even more depressing to enter the house knowing that I had no electricity.

I didn't even bother making myself something to eat, I felt too sick to eat. The only thing I did was sit in bed and watch the moon in the sky from the small window in my room. It cast its milky white beams over the sleeping city, and rogue tears fell down my cheeks as I tried to focus on the moon and not my sadness.

"What did I do wrong?" I whispered in a cracked voice, my throat hoarse from crying.

What did I do wrong?

Sad chapter- things aren't going so well for Matilda now :(

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