A/N: Drabble 9! Almost done uploading the complete challenge!
The Harold Song – Ke$ha
It's been a year. A year without his soft lips. His pink cheeks. His stupid, unshaven face when we kissed.
I'm supposed to be sane in public. Seem as if what happened hasn't been eating me alive at night. But, the truth is, Harold, it's been hard.
I remember when you sneaked me into that concert. The one I wanted to go to for a while. You held my hand as we ran away from security. As silly as it sounds, it was one of the most romantic things you ever did for me. I swore it was the best night of my life. Not because of the adrenaline but because of you.
It feels like that happened so long ago. As if it were part of some past life. Some beautiful, awe-inspiring, romance-filled past life. One that I haven't lived for one year.
I wish you hadn't left that night. You should've stayed in bed. You should've waited until morning to do a quick drive. I know you were nervous about the morning, but that didn't mean you could go for a drive.
I wish you hadn't gone. And I don't just mean on a drive…
I can't sleep without a nightlight. It sounds random, but I had to say it. I can't bear to see your side of the bed empty, so I turn on the light to elude the fact that you're gone.
I wish I could give it all up. The house, the car, everything, just for your return. But life doesn't work that way. Nothing works that way. I can't give up misery for a beautiful sunrise. It's an unfair trade, but one the universe dealt me.
Do you know how different I am without you? I feel as if, everyday, without you, I lose more and more of my liveliness.
I just wish I could've told you "I love you" instead of "lock the doors". I wish you knew I loved you. I still love you. It's why it hurts to know you're gone.
I've heard that true love hurts. And it does. It hurts to sleep alone, knowing you're never coming back.
It's hard for me to let you go. I visit your grave every week, and still cry when I see it.
But I have to stay strong. For you, for our son, for everyone. I'm supposed to be strong.
Even if I cry myself to sleep with memories of our past. Even if I sometimes wake up, in the middle of the night, to cry once more.
I miss you Harold. I love you.
I think this is the saddest drabble of all of them...as for who the speaker is, I was leaning towards Patty but I guess I could see Rhonda here too. I'm not really a strict shipper, so I didn't think about it much, since, well, losing someone hurts the loved one in the same way...
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~darkangel1326
