Karen and Harry

What happened after the end? I always wondered! Karen and Harry's story never really got the ending it deserved; it always bothered me… so I wrote it! Please let me know what you think! There is more! It's just taking a while to type up! Life is kind of getting in the way! Hope you like! PPJ x

She sprawled across the bed, her heart felt so empty, breaking inside. She cried heavily into the pillow. Her eyes red, stinging; her cheeks were pink and blotchy. A pile of damp tissues lay next to her, the tears never seeming to let up, not going away. Even the sight of her children's delighted faces at the success of the school play didn't cheer her up as they usually would.

Harry pressed his face into his hands, his elbows on the scrubbed wooden kitchen table. What had he done? Ruined everything. Lost the only woman he had ever wanted… ever loved. The tears fell down his face, years of showing very little emotion, now all he could do was regret the choice. He'd really fucked it up this time and he didn't know how to make it right – he could tell her he loved her, but without large amounts of truth serum he doubted that she would ever believe him.

Karen wiped her eyes on her sleeve, taking a deep breath she pushed open the kitchen door. Harry sat there, his back to her, his face in his hands. She walked across to him, resting her hands on his broad shoulders.

'We all make mistakes, Harry' she tried hard to fight back the tears, willing herself to stay strong and not let it show how she was dying inside. She was fighting a loosing battle; the tears wouldn't…couldn't just go away.