Zero days before.

Harry ate his soup slowly. The spoon shaking in his hand violently as he brought it up to his chapped lips, most of the hot liquid not even making it to his mouth. His phone had been ringing non-stop but Adrian never let him answer. Anxiety courses through his veins at the concequences that may come. He swallows a small sip of the noodle soup before wetting his lips and gently putting the utensil back into the porcelain bowl. He gets up from the seat, taking the bowl with him before washing it out in the sink. "Harry." Adrian's soft voice comes from the door way of the kitchen, and he feels like breaking down just from her beautiful and enchanting voice.

He warily darts his gaze to her and swallows, unable to form a smile on his features. "Hey." he whispers. She's so kind, so caring, he can't leave her. Although, it's for a good reason. Harry sighs and slowly walks up to her before taking her small hands into his larger ones. He stares down at there touching hands for a few minutes, taking in the feel of her soft, cold skin against his. He wants to remember every inch of her. He flickers his gaze up to her face and a small smile slowly grows onto his mouth.

Adrian looks at him sadly and swallows. "Harry, everything's okay right? You don't need a check up at the doctor or anything?" Harry nods slowly and blinks, his emerald irises looking at her with such infatuation.

"I feel so much better." he says quietly, his voice raspy. He leans down, touching his lips to hers momentarily before pulling away slowly, his lips still puckered. He licks his chapped, pink lips once again, tasting the flavor of mint. "Because of you." he says truthfully. It is. The girl cared for him on her special day. Not even caring that it was her birthday. The this morning, still keeping a close eye on the weak man. Adrian smiles and hugs his torso, pulling him closer to her. She rests her head onto his chest and takes in his scent.

"I love you." The girl says, reminding him. Harry feels tears pushing at the back of his eyes, fighting to escape.

"And I love you."  he responds softly with a frown. He involuntarily holds her closer to him and strokes her back with his large hand before placing a kiss to the top her head.

"I will always love you." she speaks more, and even though the words is what he wants to hear, it's just not at this moment. "Even when I don't show it." Adrian pulls away from him and looks up at the taller man. Harry smiles slightly down at her and nods his head.

"I know." he responds, causing Adrian to smile back.

11:00  p.m.

The man slides out of the large bed. His heart is heavy in his chest and the intestines in his stomach feel as if they have been twisted and turned. Anxiety courses through him and he turns to Adrian, staring at her in the dark room. She lays soundly asleep, alone on the bed. It hurts Harry so much to be leaving her, but, he hopes she could find someone that she loves as much he loves her.

He bends down to look under the mattress and he sees the worn out pages emerging from the sides. He swallows and pulls it out slowly. He inspects it in his hands, hoping she will read it. The man contemplates if he should leave now and leave the book on the bed, neatly wrapped in paper, as a belated birthday gift, or wait till she wakes up and hand it to her, just to see her happy face one more time before quickly leaving once she has opened it. Either way, both scenarios, he will be heart broken because he's leaving her all in the end anyway.

This twisted world is what got him tangled into this mess, and because of his low confidence he can't fight his way out. Harry desperately wants to get out of this tormenting problem but; how is he going to do it? By leaving the woman he loves. It's simple. Leaving her and sacrificing himself. It's the easiest solution to everything at this point. Tears stroll down his cheeks at the very thought that invades his mind and he cries silently, tears landing on the leather cover of the book. He climbs onto the bed and places the book next to her sleeping body.

The man quietly takes out his t-shirts and jumpers before placing them on the bed next to her as well. The warm liquid escaping past his eyes won't disperse and he feels weak. Harry runs a hand through his hair, pulling at the roots. He removes the t-shirt that adorns his skinny body, folding it up before placing it neatly onto the bed next to his other ones. Memories replay through his mind of them laughing, fighting and having sentimental moments. He will miss it all.

Harry sniffs and grabs his keys before walking over the other side of the bed and bending down to kiss the cold skin of her forehead. "I'm sorry." he whispers. He wishes he could hold her more, touch her more, but he is afraid he may wake her up if he does too much.

He walks out the room and out the flat, into the chilly air. Goosebumps erupt onto his pale skin and he shivers. He wears no shirt, just blue skinny jeans and a pair of Vans on his feet. He attempts to ignore the icy cold and enters his car, quickly igniting the engine and driving away.

This is what he did every morning when he left her.

Only this time, he isn't coming back.

Morning.

8:00 a.m.

Her small body squirmed under the thick duvet. Sweat glistening off the fair skin of her chest. The blazing sun shone through the thin curtains that adorned their bedroom window and she squinted her brown eyes to see better with her blurry vision. Adrian slowly sits up in the bed and peers down at the items that cover the mattress.

Shirts. All of Harry's shirts. The girl furrows her brows and runs a tired hand through her brunette hair. She figured he must've done the laundry and set everything onto the bed. Adrian sighs and slides off the mattress, glum that Harry isn't next to her. Although, she knows he will be home soon.

The frail girl walks to the bathroom. Takes a shower, brushes her teeth and fixes the short, brunette hair attached to her head. The flat is eerily silent. The air still and peaceful. She walks to the kitchen and fills the metal kettle with warm water before resting it on the stove to wait for it to heat up so she could brew her tea. The girl inspects the outside, waiting eagerly for the man to come home again. He usually comes back around nine. Adrian glances at the clock seeing it's a quarter past eight.

Minutes later the kettle starts to screech. She takes it off the hot stove top and fills her mug with the scolding hot water before resting a mint tea bag into the cup. She waits as it brews, boredly stareing outside again. Her heart races in her chest as she keeps looking at the clock, thirty minutes till nine. Once her tea finishes brewing she takes out the bag and disposes of it before taking a small sip, wincing as the hot liquid burns her tongue.

She glances at the clock again, fifteen minutes till nine. Adrian exits the flat and stands outside. She wants Harry to be by her side at this moment. She hasn't been able to see a lot of him and she misses the happiness on his face that shows so beautifully. Recently, he hasn't shown much emotion at all except the small, forced smiles that she doesn't question.

Adrian sighs and feels her insides twist. She hopes he is okay. She knows he hasn't been well, he seems ill, it's very apparent. The man hasn't been eating much or sleeping. Since the day he had that nightmare, he hasn't had even a small power nap.The girl looks through the  window of the flat, seeing inside of the kitchen, she looks at the stove clock, squinting to see better through the glaring glass. It's ten minutes past nine and Harry isn't home yet.

Adrian walks back inside and puts down the hot cup before rushing into her bedroom and grabbing her cell phone. She dials Harry and waits eagerly for him to answer, but the phone cuts instantly to his voice mail, causing her to sigh shakily. She tries a second time but the same outcome happens.

The girl glances to the large bed that rest against the wall and out of all the shirts that neatly rest on top of the mattress, the small book catches her eyes. The leather cover bruised and battered. She puts down her phone on the bed and swallows, wondering what's in the book. She picks it up and opens it to the first page, seeing numbers and equations, probably something for work. She flips through the worn out pages more until she lands on a date which was thirteen days ago, titled, 'Adri.' Her heart races inside her chest as she scans the paragraph quickly.

The girl flips through more of the pages and see that all of them, ending at this date, are titled 'Adri.'