□ Omniscient Narrator □
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□ Now Starting Fresh □

Two years had passed since Noah's arrest, and Harry had grown accustomed to life at the mental hospital. He talked about his trauma with a doctor other than Dr. Heart, and the doctor simply listened and didn't offer advice. That was what Harry needed: Someone to listen to him instead of talking about ways to deal with it. Talking helped lift some of the stress off his shoulders. Slowly, Harry recovered from his trauma.

The fear would never leave him, but he'd be human again. He'd never be whole, but that seemed to be the first step to moving on. Noah was tucked away in prison, and he'd accepted his punishment. Noah had known that he was abusive. Jail time wouldn't change him, but he'd learn from his mistakes as best he could.

Harry didn't know what became of Dr. Heart and Reginald. The doctor didn't want the cousins to see Harry for fear that he'd fall back into a frightened state. Harry didn't disagree with the doctor's reasoning. That seemed to be the best course of action. Harry didn't want to relapse because of all the progress he'd been making over the two years.

Harry gained control over his cryokinesis and chose to write about his experiences. The doctor agreed happily, providing him with a notebook and pencils. Harry wrote whenever he could, letting out every bit of terror he'd ever felt onto those pages. He completely forgot about college, deciding to kickstart his writing career. As soon as he got out, he'd type it up and print it; he'd send it to publishers.

As soon as Harry was released from the hospital, he placed his notebooks into his suitcases, and the doctor gave him a drawstring backpack to put the other notebooks in. The other patients said "goodbye" to Harry as he left. The first thing Harry did was walk to the coffee shop. Reginald still worked there and gave customers their orders. Harry put his items underneath the table and walked up to the counter, ordering a white chocolate caffè mocha with whipped cream. He sat back down, opening up a notebook and beginning to write.

Reginald gave him his order, biting his lip nervously. He hadn't seen Harry in two years. His hair was the same length as it had been two years ago, and he was clean-shaven. Harry was writing in a notebook—one of many, it seemed. When he left, he had two suitcases. 

Now he had two suitcases and a drawstring backpack. What had changed? Harry looked up, thanking Reginald. His eyes were bright, full of happiness. How much had he changed in two years?

"Hello, Harry," said Reginald. Harry nodded in response. "How are you?" Reginald asked. Harry thought for a few minutes, tapping the eraser on the tabletop. Reginald hated the silence; he'd grown to hate it ever since he settled into his new house after he earned enough money to purchase one.

"I'm okay," said Harry. Reginald sat down and grew nervous. "That kiss meant nothing. I had romantic feelings for you then. They left as soon as you and Noah fought," said Harry, sipping his drink. Reginald widened his eyes a bit. "I want to be friends with you, but I don't want a relationship yet," said Harry.

"Okay," said Reginald. "I'll gladly wait. I want a second chance with you." Harry nodded, sipping his caffè mocha. Reginald stood back up and went back to work. Harry continued writing until he finished his drink, having paid for it, and left.

Noah was led to the phones, shocked at seeing Harry there. He sat down and picked up the phone on his end. Harry picked up the line on his end. "Harry," said Noah. Harry regarded him with a cold gaze.

"Noah," said Harry. His hazel green eyes gleamed with some emotion Noah couldn't identify. He seemed better now after two years. But there was still something hidden in his eyes. Noah wondered vaguely if it were fear.

"How've you been?" Noah asked. Not a very good attempt at conversation. Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I've been better," replied Harry. Noah nodded.

"I meant what I said two years ago. Thank you for being my first kiss," said Harry, "and I forgive you for all you've done to me." Noah teared up a bit. "I'm not going to visit you after this," added Harry. "I've been doing great for two years, and I don't want it to go away," explained Harry. He hung up the phone, stood up, and left.

Noah hung up the phone as well, being taken back to his cell. The tears slid down his cheeks, and he sobbed silently. He lost Harry. He'd already lost him when he had started abusing him. When he sat on his bed, he cried softly.

Harry woke up with the sun beaming on him. He groaned, covering his eyes. He blinked rapidly and rubbed his eyes. When he recognized Reginald lying next to him, he smiled. Harry got up and put on a shirt.

He headed downstairs and poured himself a cup of coffee. Soon afterwards, Reginald came downstairs, yawning a bit. Harry chuckled, smiling softly. Reginald got a cup of coffee, kissing Harry's cheek. Harry blushed but felt like he was moving too fast.

He and Reginald dated for a few months and got to know each other better. Noah and Harry had known each other their whole lives. Reginald was still a stranger to Harry, it seemed. But Harry brushed off his doubts; this was common when one began dating again after a bad situation. Harry did feel that he had earned a happy ending.

He stood up against his abusive boyfriend. That was something. He gained control of his magic. That was another thing. With every story he wrote, he earned money, and he kick started his career as an author.

Everything seemed perfect to Harry now. It wouldn't be forever, but it was for now. That was enough for Harry. He'd had enough drama to last a lifetime. His life was good.

Last chapter. The sequel will be written sometime in either August or September. I hope you enjoyed chapter ten. If you have any questions, ask me in the comments, on my message board, or over PMs.