I shake my head, confused. "What? H-How? I don't understand."

"And you never did understand, you fool!"

"What do you mean, you wanted to know if we were forever, Harry?"

He sighs and shakes his head. "Forget it. It's not the time or the place to talk about it right now."

"It definitely is!" I interject, making Harry slightly widen his eyes at me. "Please tell me what you wanted to say."

"Once we're out of this mess, I promise I will. Someday. Just not now."

"Why not now?"

Harry groans. "Why are you always so persistent? Just sleep or something!"

I frown. "Don't raise your voice at me, I'm not a kid!"

"Brimmin' heck. Alright, just sleep." He exhales and turns the other way, making his back face me.

Minutes pass by before I nudge him. "Harry, why did we break up?" I ask softly.

"Please let me be," he whines.

"I'm...serious." I bite on my bottom lip and wait for my ex to sit up and look at me with boredom.

"Can I ask you something?" Harry asks. I frown and nod before he takes a deep breath and starts. "Why didn't you call or text after we broke up? Why didn't you try? Why didn't you ask 'why' after that night I told you we should break up? Why didn't you act jealous when I called you one night and called you Wendy then pretended I got the wrong number? Why did you act so cold since then? And why, most importantly, are you asking me this now? After a whole year, Clarity?"

When Harry's done with his stream of questions, I force my gaze away, feeling a little crease forming on my forehead as I replay his words through my mind. Then I look back at him and his greens shock me into reality. "You weren't really calling Wendy?"

Harry grunts. "No. That's what you got out of that?"

I shake my head. "So you're asking why? Well. How did you expect me to take it, Harry?"

He stares at me and gives no answer, so I carry on.

"Do you even remember that night? We were having the best time and then you basically paused and turned to me. You told me I was beautiful, Harry. You told me you loved me. Then all of a sudden you suggested 'taking a break' to 'try new things.' How was I supposed to react?" The tears brim at my eyes at the memory and when Harry notices, he looks away. With a frown still prominent on my forehead, I continue. "I freaked out. I didn't act so cold immediately; we're adults, sure, but I wanted to scream at everything and anything. You were all I had."

"Clarity, stop-"

"I was just confused, you know?" I let out a small, uncomfortable laugh so I don't have to cry. "Where did I go wrong, what did I do? So yeah, Harry, I'm asking you right now why on earth did we break up when everything was so perfect? Why do you hate me so much all of a sudden?"

"Hell- I don't hate you! Are you that stupid?" Harry stares at me with wide eyes and I look away, catching the tears before they slide down my cheeks. "Look at me."

I shake my head.

"Clarity," He calls one more time and I take a breath before I look at him; the love of my life. How can I even possibly hate him? It's not humanly possible. I can't just fall out of love for him.

I still love you, I want to scream.