I'm happy to go on with the short chapters every day or a huge chapter each week, it's totally up to you guys xx

Harriet's POV

Cain's voice barely even drifts into the air before my head begins to spin, slow at first.

"I love you Harriet."

I start to speak and the restaurant around me begins to melt and shift, all colours drifting together, raising a lump into my throat. Cain's eyes begin to shadow, clearly a sign of him retreating. Retreating away from the look of disdain that now clouded over my face.

"I-I need some air.."

I clamber out of my seat, my mind longing for a breathe of cold air, desperation clawing across my field of thoughts. I make it to the door, passing by a loved up couple as they trod in from outside. Finally reaching the bitter wind, I take a breathe as I walk steadily into the night.

My vision begins to clear slightly, a thud of footsteps approaching from the restaurant, heavy one's at that. It's almost deafening to listen to, and the wall of dizziness becomes harder to overcome.

"Harrie-"

Cains POV

As soon as she stands I regret pouring my heart into the words. The words that had leaped from my mouth without a thought. The words that I never thought I'd hear myself say again. Concern strikes me soon after, like a smash of reality against the dreaminess of tonight's dinner. She leaves hastily, grasping for the door like a women in need of an escape. An escape from me? From the burden I had brought with those 4 words. I follow her, my thoughts rapidly colliding in my head; a thunderstorm of "Why's" and "What if's".

The cold air rushes against me as I make it out the doorway, Harriet barely visible at the end of the street, only lit by the nearest shop sign. I step forward an inch, my mouth forming the name I had learned to adore.

"Harriet."

Before the words drift away, Harriet sinks to the ground, her body crumpled as she crashes against the cold, hard pavement.

In a blink , I'm by her side, cradling her in my arms. I can't help but feel a flood of guilt erode against me as I hold her tightly.

A throng of people pass by, not one caring about the man holding a women with concern. Until one voice breaks the tide.

"Is everything okay?" Their voice spikes up my nerves, and I can't help but snap in annoyance.

"Does it look okay!?"

They flinch back, with wide eyes, motionless.

"Don't just stand there! She needs an ambulance!"

My words seem to light a dimly lit fire in the bystanders eyes as they pull out their phone with fumbling fingers. Sirens soon follow, like a cacophony of pain to my head. And a stretcher soon holds the beautiful women I had recently poured my heart out to.

sorry for the cliffhanger guys haha, another chapter to follow tomorrow :) xx