There was a long silence, filled with the noise of the café around us. People chatting, cups clinking, the smell of coffee and pastries in the air. It felt surreal, ending something that had once meant so much in such an ordinary place.
"I hope you find happiness, Kristen," Harry said finally, his voice breaking. "Even if it's not with me."
"Thank you," I replied, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. "I hope you do too."
With that, I stood up and walked out of the café, feeling a strange mix of sadness and relief. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the streets. I walked aimlessly for a while, trying to process everything that had happened.
By the time I reached my home, the sky had darkened, and the city lights had come on. I felt drained, emotionally and physically. I wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed and forget the day's events, but I knew I had to talk to someone.
