the heart wants what it wants

#photos #harry #pure heartbreak

“I lost the baby.”

A Lost Treasured Tragedy || Dani x Harry

@danicahartley–xo:

“W-what if… it was the drinking and then the drugs when we.. were together. I was so destructive to myself when I was drinking.. and what if the drugs harmed the baby..?” If she was in a clearer state of mind, she would know that the drugs were long gone when she became pregnant. But she was trying to find an excuse to help her process the terrible news. She did this to herself. She wasn’t able to have children again. She was surprised when he started swearing. He had started after the accident but she still wasn’t quite used to it. Especially with his familiar face back. She just held onto him a little tighter, trying to comfort him while trying to comfort herself. A few more sobs escaped as she felt him rocking them back and forth. “I didn’t even have a chance.. to know… I could have protected… it just hurts.. so much.” Her thought process was scattered, going back and forth from knowing it was her fault she miscarried, to wanting the chance to be a mother, to feeling like she failed everyone, especially Harry. It was quiet for a few moments, the only sounds hear were the soft sniffing and their breathing mixed with tears. She wanted to believe his words but it just wasn’t possible with what the doctor had told her. She pulled away from him slightly, using him as a support. She shook her head and a new set of tears fell down her cheeks. “No.. no.. I—I can’t… he told me.. it c-can’t happen. I—I can’t.. have kids…”

“Dani, Dani-” he tried to interrupt her, her thoughts going everywhere and being unreasonable because of how hard she was trying to blame herself for what happened, like it was her fault and she had to pay for the loss of this child. “The drinking and the drugs weren’t even willingly, there was nothing you actively did about that. And by the time you got pregnant, they would’ve been far gone in your system. They wouldn’t have reached the fetus,” he said, hoping that maybe a more complicated and medical response would help her believe it really wasn’t her fault, rather than telling her that it wasn’t. He wish he could take it out of her head. The idea that she had done this. Or worse: deserved this. Even if he felt like his heart just got ripped out, scattered into pieces and then pushed back with force, he would never blame her for the loss of their baby. “You did everything you could, you always take good care of yourself. Sometimes… we just get really, really, really unlucky. It’s not a punishment, or a consequence of something you did, it’s just bad luck that happens to really good people. Please don’t blame yourself Dani. - I.. I’m sad, but I don’t blame you either. If we were in a better life with better news, you would’ve done everything for this baby, I know that.” He let go of her a little to let her move in his arms. “W.. what?” he stuttered when she responded to him. She just lost her baby. But not just that, she had heard she couldn’t have kids. “Oh Dani,” he said, feeling her loss, and not knowing what to do he just placed a long kiss on her wet cheek and stroked softly through her hair.

#para: harry #para: a lost treasured tragedy #wow if this isn't the worst reply ever #also can you imagine if hanna decides to help dani and give her a baby of her own?!

“Fetus.” Dani repeated after him. It was classic Harry to try and deliver a medical reason as to why she had lost such a precious gift. “Maybe the damage was already done. Especially with the alcohol.” She knew what Harry was trying to do. Trying to get her to not blame herself for what had happened. But it was on her. It was her fault she couldn’t have children. “You deserve better than this. You deserve someone who can give you kids. You can have babies with Anna. I’m just… I’m so sorry, Harry. I’m so.. so sorry. It’s just not fair.. why couldn’t he or she live? We would have been good parents and spoil them. I would have done anything for this baby. I just want it to be different. I don’t want you to hurt and feel this way..” When she moved in his arms, she didn’t let him go. She wasn’t quite ready to allow herself to be on her own again after delivering this news. She could see the hurt and loss she was equally feeling on Harry’s face when she told him that not only did she lose their baby, she could never have a baby of her own. Her head was swimming with emotions and she just sat there, her body not really moving and registering what was going on around it. She knew that Harry was trying to console her and she did feel his lips against her cheek. Something clicked inside her and when he pulled away, her eyes connected with his for just a moment. And before she knew it, her lips were pressing against his in a kiss.

A Lost Treasured Tragedy || Dani x Harry

@doctorfields

“Because you are so good and if you knew you would’ve done anything to be the best you could be to this baby. And… even not knowing… you’ve - you’ve thrown your life around. You live healthy. .. And please, don’t blame it on working, okay? A baby can have a lot. It.. it’s just fucking fate fucking with us. I don’t - I don’t know why this had to happen, it’s just so fucked up,” he whispered as if he wasn’t even talking to her anymore. His last few years playing someone else and being around the rough FBI agents had made his language more inappropriate. He knew Anna hated that, but if he could he wanted to scream all the bad curse words he had in him to make it somehow bearable. He slowly rocked the both of them, not knowing how they could let go anymore. “I know honey, I know, me too”, he placed a kiss on her hair. He stayed quiet for a moment, knowing it was too soon, but he needed to give her hope. “One day you’ll have one. You’ll find someone you love.. and you’re gonna have a beautiful baby. And if you don’t find someone, I will donate for you, I’ll promise you that; no matter what anyone thinks.”

“W-what if… it was the drinking and then the drugs when we.. were together. I was so destructive to myself when I was drinking.. and what if the drugs harmed the baby..?” If she was in a clearer state of mind, she would know that the drugs were long gone when she became pregnant. But she was trying to find an excuse to help her process the terrible news. She did this to herself. She wasn’t able to have children again. She was surprised when he started swearing. He had started after the accident but she still wasn’t quite used to it. Especially with his familiar face back. She just held onto him a little tighter, trying to comfort him while trying to comfort herself. A few more sobs escaped as she felt him rocking them back and forth. “I didn’t even have a chance.. to know… I could have protected… it just hurts.. so much.” Her thought process was scattered, going back and forth from knowing it was her fault she miscarried, to wanting the chance to be a mother, to feeling like she failed everyone, especially Harry. It was quiet for a few moments, the only sounds hear were the soft sniffing and their breathing mixed with tears. She wanted to believe his words but it just wasn’t possible with what the doctor had told her. She pulled away from him slightly, using him as a support. She shook her head and a new set of tears fell down her cheeks. “No.. no.. I—I can’t… he told me.. it c-can’t happen. I—I can’t.. have kids…”

A Lost Treasured Tragedy || Dani x Harry

@danicahartley–xo:

They don’t tell you how a miscarriage is not only emotional pain but physical pain. Her body felt abused with the procedures they have to do after they deliver the news. And how little energy you have in the coming days. The only energy she had was spent sobbing incoherently at home. There should have been a part of her – motherly instincts or something – that knew that she had another life to take care and protect. But it wouldn’t have mattered anyway. It wasn’t that she just lost this life… no, she wouldn’t be able to develop a life inside her at all. If she got pregnant again, she would only lose it weeks later. Like the universe could play a sick joke on her. “It is… my fault..” She felt so guilty, even Harry’s words telling her that she hadn’t failed him and it wasn’t her fault.. it was just words. The guilt was still just as heavy as the first day leaving the hospital. “W-what is there.. to t-t-talk about? I-I lost.. our baby, Harry. I–I’m s–so-sorry..” She closed the distance between them as her arms came up and clung to him as a lifeline. The guilt and the pain just drained out of her as she held onto Harry tightly and sobbed.

He knew it had been a while since they had slept together at the hotel. And he didn’t want to count back to figure out how long she had been pregnant … he knew in night at bed he’d probably be counting, trying to figure out how close they were, how close to having this life that was theirs. He knew it was long enough to be a horrible experience for her. A quick miscarriage in the first week was some blood, an “I’m sorry”, but a miscarriage after weeks was a doctor looking at you with the apology on his or her face, procedures that made you feel like someone had stolen your body and that you didn’t want to go through, but you had to. He felt so bad for his best friend. Why did her fate have to be so cruel to her after how hard she had worked to pick herself up? “It’s not your fault… it’s not your fault,” he kept repeating, the second time his voice getting to a whisper, because he could barely handle the sight of the pain in her eyes. He bit his lip as he couldn’t look away - he knew he couldn’t zone out of this, he couldn’t leave her alone. He took her in his arms and as she sobbed onto his shoulder. When she finally wasn’t facing her the tears came rolling down his cheeks silently, but he couldn’t hide his feelings anymore as his shoulders were shaking and his body was shivering heavily. “You did absolutely nothing wrong. This … this baby was very welcome. Even if you didn’t know, it would’ve known from the goodness in you that.. that we wanted it…”

#para: harry #para: a lost treasured tragedy

“How can you say that?” Danica whispered, in between sobs. He knew her inside and out. He had helped her through so much with the addiction and their years together in college. He was the most selfless person she knew.. how did she get so lucky to have him in her life? To support and love her always. “I want our baby back...” She cried as she held onto him tightly. Even in her own grief, she could sense his own. He was trying so hard not to be emotional in front of her but that’s what she needed. Strangely comforted by the fact that it wasn’t just her that was feeling this way. They both were. They had to go through the motions of losing something only special to the two of them. “I-I didn’t know I wanted.. a b-baby so much. Now... I-I c-can’t...”

A Lost Treasured Tragedy || Dani x Harry

@danicahartley–xo:

Dani knew the moment she crushed his joy of being a father. There was a change in his eyes and his voice became more emotional. She felt like a failure. Sure, this pregnancy was less than ideal. But it was still a life that was gone too soon. It could have been a little boy or a little girl that grew up in such a loving home. The tears continued to flow down her cheeks as she just sat and watched the emotional struggle she could see on his face. “I–I didn’t know… that I was… I should have known… I just.. should have..” She struggled to speak, her voice hollow. “I’m sorry… that I failed you.” She sobbed, looking down at their adjoined hands. It seemed wrong to her to have her hand in his now that she gave him the news but she selfishly couldn’t pull away.

A baby looking like him and Danica. It was less than ideal, but god, in that brief moment how much had he liked the idea. He knew they would’ve gotten through it - but they didn’t have to. It was crushing. “Shhh, shh, you couldn’t have know,” he said. He didn’t even recall that they had had unsafe sex. And how big was the chance that after trying for years to get someone pregnant, with Dani it happened in a split second? “You… you didn’t fail me,” he said with a stutter and he held onto their hands tight. He had decided he needed to stay strong for how long she’d stay - ten more minutes, an hour, the full day? - and then he’d allow himself to break down. “It’s not your fault, Dani,” he said and let go of one hand to wrap it around her shoulder, to bury her face on his chest. “You couldn’t have known.. it-it’s okay. … you’ll be okay, eventually. Do .. d-do you want to talk about what happened?”

#para: harry #para: a lost treasured tragedy #tw: miscarriage

They don’t tell you how a miscarriage is not only emotional pain but physical pain. Her body felt abused with the procedures they have to do after they deliver the news. And how little energy you have in the coming days. The only energy she had was spent sobbing incoherently at home. There should have been a part of her -- motherly instincts or something -- that knew that she had another life to take care and protect. But it wouldn’t have mattered anyway. It wasn’t that she just lost this life... no, she wouldn’t be able to develop a life inside her at all. If she got pregnant again, she would only lose it weeks later. Like the universe could play a sick joke on her. “It is... my fault..” She felt so guilty, even Harry’s words telling her that she hadn’t failed him and it wasn’t her fault.. it was just words. The guilt was still just as heavy as the first day leaving the hospital. “W-what is there.. to t-t-talk about? I-I lost.. our baby, Harry. I--I’m s--so-sorry..” She closed the distance between them as her arms came up and clung to him as a lifeline. The guilt and the pain just drained out of her as she held onto Harry tightly and sobbed.

A Lost Treasured Tragedy || Dani x Harry

@danicahartley–xo:

Once she told him the baby was his, she expected him to be upset. But instead there was a joy and happiness to his facial features. She didn’t understand. Did she hear him right? He was being so sweet to her and when he started to speak. He was saying all the right things that if she was still pregnant, it’s exactly what she would want to hear but she wasn’t. There was no life anymore. It was her fault there wasn’t. She started to shake her head the more he went on and when he squeezed her hand and finally told her he was here for her, she lost it. “No, no…. I /was/ pregnant. Harry…” she started to cry again. “I… I lost the.. baby..”

He didn’t get it. He could see it in her eyes, but he didn’t get it. It was pain, not fear. And the joy he felt wasn’t just for the fact that he was happy for her, that she was growing a person inside of her - it was because it was also something he had desired for so long, and even if it came in an unexpected way, it fit the weird turns his life had taken. And then she crushed his whole world. “N-no… no.. no no..” But he knew this shouldn’t be about him. It was about her, something she had lost, that she had no one else to turn to but him; had she been alone in that moment? “I-I’m.. I’m so sorry…” he let out. He wanted to cry. But he shouldn’t cry. Or should he? It was his baby too. But he needed to be strong for her. Because if the most optimistic person in the world wasn’t strong for her, then who would be? “Oh Dani…” he let out, half stuck in a breath and a cry, but he swallowed it away, placing his other hand on their intertwined fingers. “I’m so sorry.”

#para: harry #para: a lost treasured tragedy

Dani knew the moment she crushed his joy of being a father. There was a change in his eyes and his voice became more emotional. She felt like a failure. Sure, this pregnancy was less than ideal. But it was still a life that was gone too soon. It could have been a little boy or a little girl that grew up in such a loving home. The tears continued to flow down her cheeks as she just sat and watched the emotional struggle she could see on his face. “I--I didn’t know... that I was... I should have known... I just.. should have..” She struggled to speak, her voice hollow. “I’m sorry... that I failed you.” She sobbed, looking down at their adjoined hands. It seemed wrong to her to have her hand in his now that she gave him the news but she selfishly couldn’t pull away.

A Lost Treasured Tragedy || Dani x Harry

@danicahartley–xo:

Who would have thought? One night where she got intimate with her best friend because of drugs in both of their systems. And she got pregnant because of it. She looked up at him, through the tears in her eyes when he repeated the word that officially changed everything. They were just friends anymore. They had created a life together. Her hand intertwined with his as he moved closer to her. She just simply nodded at his question before the tears set back in, rolling down her face. She placed her hand over her mouth once again to contain the wrecking sobs.

This was one big step for them. A step too big, as they had just decided to stay friends and finally got through their awkwardness. But too big or not, he knew they could get through anything. He felt her hand in his and saw the nod, as he used his free hand to dry the tears on her cheek. Pregnant. With his baby. From a puzzled and confused face, a small sign of joy broke through. A baby, a life. “Hey… don’t cry about that. I.. I-I know this is weird. And unexpected. But we can get through this. Even if I love Anna. And when you find someone else. We will find the perfect family situation for … for that little miracle growing inside of you. Heck, a child would be extra happy if he or she ended up having four parents, right? .. I’m not mad, okay? Or upset. It’s not the way I ever pictured having kids when I dreamed of it. This .. this is unplanned and so so scary, but it’s not bad. We can make this a good thing. So don’t cry, okay? We can figure this out.” He squeezed her hand. “I’m here for you.”

Once she told him the baby was his, she expected him to be upset. But instead there was a joy and happiness to his facial features. She didn’t understand. Did she hear him right? He was being so sweet to her and when he started to speak. He was saying all the right things that if she was still pregnant, it’s exactly what she would want to hear but she wasn’t. There was no life anymore. It was her fault there wasn’t. She started to shake her head the more he went on and when he squeezed her hand and finally told her he was here for her, she lost it. “No, no.... I /was/ pregnant. Harry...” she started to cry again. “I... I lost the.. baby..”

A Lost Treasured Tragedy || Dani x Harry

@danicahartley–xo:

Danica wasn’t sure if he was trying to small talk with her as a distraction to get her to explain what was going on. But she also didn’t know how to speak to him anymore. That awkward tension that had disappeared after their last meeting was back full force. “Your cooking is always good.” She spoke softly. He helped guide her back to the couch which when she sat, she quickly wrapped her arms around herself. The tears started flowing the more he spoke of being there for her as her best friend and not judging her. It was words of encouragement that helped but she couldn’t stop being so emotional, knowing she was about to hurt him. “I-I went to see a doctor… because I wasn’t feeling well.. and uh.. h-he said I was… pregnant.”

As she sat down, she broke. He saw her hands clenched around herself, trying to keep herself from falling apart. He didn’t respond to her comment about his cooking, but only encouraged her with a small smile that this was a safe place, and he was here for her. She broke down in tears till she finally let out the truth, coming in stutters. “Pregnant?” The thoughts raced through his head. He had always had a good association with is, coming from his own childwish. Then why would she be so upset about it, if maybe her and Riley were…? But then he realized it, why she would’ve come to him. And why she would feel so bad about it. He shoved closer to her on the couch, placing his hand on top of hers. “… From me?”

#para: harry #para: a lost treasured tragedy

Who would have thought? One night where she got intimate with her best friend because of drugs in both of their systems. And she got pregnant because of it. She looked up at him, through the tears in her eyes when he repeated the word that officially changed everything. They were just friends anymore. They had created a life together. Her hand intertwined with his as he moved closer to her. She just simply nodded at his question before the tears set back in, rolling down her face. She placed her hand over her mouth once again to contain the wrecking sobs.

A Lost Treasured Tragedy || Dani x Harry

@danicahartley–xo:

Danica simply nodded at his request for her to stay for dinner. She honestly didn’t know the last time she had eaten anyways and didn’t have the energy to try to say different. She could tell that he was trying to figure out what was wrong. He knew everything about her. She felt like she was in a trance as they walked to the living room together. “Oh…” She looked down, feeling a little foolish for not knowing that he had just gotten back, not about to go. Had the days just blended together for her? Maybe she thought it had only been 2 days but it had really been more? “No, no, no..” She took a step back from him. “No more doctors. Please.” It was an automatic answer for her, just thinking about the last doctor who gave her such terrible news. She felt the emotions taking over and she was trying really hard not to cry. While she wanted to be strong, she couldn’t keep up that front. Not in front of her best friend.. and also the one who fathered a child with her. With his continued press to find out what was wrong, she shook her head and avoided his gaze. “I can’t….”

“You do like ravioli right? And it’s vegetarian - I’ve started getting used to automatically cooking vegetarian for Anna. But I’ll promise you it tastes great,” he chatted away a bit, hoping maybe it would give Dani some time to breathe and get herself together so she could tell him what was wrong. She looked like a much smaller version of herself when they walked up to the living room. Like she had shrunk, walking with her shoulders down, trying to hide herself from the world. He got a bit startled when she suddenly backed away from him when he mentioned he could help her as a doctor and a friend, thinking they were on a drug problem here. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he said. He walked back to her, guiding her to the couch without touching her this time. “No doctors, just me. Your friend. Your best friend. Come sit down and tell me what’s wrong. I won’t judge you, okay? I’ve done a lot of stupid things in my life too. There’s nothing that I will find weird or bad. But it’s gonna help sharing it.”

Danica wasn’t sure if he was trying to small talk with her as a distraction to get her to explain what was going on. But she also didn’t know how to speak to him anymore. That awkward tension that had disappeared after their last meeting was back full force. “Your cooking is always good.” She spoke softly. He helped guide her back to the couch which when she sat, she quickly wrapped her arms around herself. The tears started flowing the more he spoke of being there for her as her best friend and not judging her. It was words of encouragement that helped but she couldn’t stop being so emotional, knowing she was about to hurt him. “I-I went to see a doctor... because I wasn’t feeling well.. and uh.. h-he said I was... pregnant.”

A Lost Treasured Tragedy || Dani x Harry

She sounded weird when she answered. Like she could barely form a sentence. “Okay, you’re staying for dinner then,” he said, thinking maybe she should stay over to sleep here too. He automatically studied her face, trying to see if he could see a sign that she was under the influence of drugs. But her eyes looked red and puffy, but not like she was high. He guided her inside, closing the door behind her and taking a minute to close all the locks again, “I’m a little paranoid,” he explained about it before walking to the living room. “I just got back from New York… and you’re not fine. Come, take a seat. You know you can tell me anything. As a doctor, and as a friend.”

Danica simply nodded at his request for her to stay for dinner. She honestly didn’t know the last time she had eaten anyways and didn’t have the energy to try to say different. She could tell that he was trying to figure out what was wrong. He knew everything about her. She felt like she was in a trance as they walked to the living room together. “Oh...” She looked down, feeling a little foolish for not knowing that he had just gotten back, not about to go. Had the days just blended together for her? Maybe she thought it had only been 2 days but it had really been more? “No, no, no..” She took a step back from him. “No more doctors. Please.” It was an automatic answer for her, just thinking about the last doctor who gave her such terrible news. She felt the emotions taking over and she was trying really hard not to cry. While she wanted to be strong, she couldn’t keep up that front. Not in front of her best friend.. and also the one who fathered a child with her. With his continued press to find out what was wrong, she shook her head and avoided his gaze. “I can’t....”

A Lost Treasured Tragedy || Dani x Harry

@doctorfields

Harry was back home from New York with Anna, back to work at the Southvale hospital… and train at the FBI. He knew his lack of time wasn’t doing him any good at the hospital, as working parttime didn’t show his commitment as well as when he had worked day and night back when he was single and most importantly: not declared dead. However, he knew back then he had fixed his heartbreak by working more and more, and that maybe working parttime was healthier for him. Not that all the flying out to New York was.

Surprisingly he didn’t dislike the town as much as he always stubbornly had thought. It was loud, yes, but he could see himself living there. He had even asked Derek how it would be with his FBI sentence. He had been surprisingly nice about it, saying that he could have him transferred to the FBI team of New York and that he was working on getting his sentence down to only one more year if he showed good behaviour. He couldn’t be more thrilled. Even though he didn’t like the idea of getting into a FBI team he didn’t know at all, the idea of being free after a year made room for his idea of having a family. He knew Anna didn’t want it… but he had hope she’d change her mind. Dani had supposed him when he told her about his talk with Anna, saying maybe Anna just needed some time to think. Harry thought maybe it would take them a few months, but by the time the baby was there, he’d be free from the FBI, ready to have a safe and careless life with Anna in New York.

He had just gotten home from the hospital, cooking himself a nice ravioli, when he heard the doorbell. He walked up to the hallway, still in his neat white shirt from work, his hair a bit messy and a bit of sweat on his forehead from the long day. He unlocked his three locks, maybe have gotten a bit too careful since his whole kidnapping. He was surprised to see Danica there. “Hey! You must’ve smelled my ravioli, did you already have dinner?” he asked her happily, until he suddenly noticed the smile on her face wasn’t genuine. She also looked bad. She had dark circles under her eyes and her eyes were red and swollen. Shit, did she have a relapse? was his first thought. For an addict it could always be hard not to fall back on drugs in a bad moment, even if you felt incredibly bad doing it. And he knew Dani would feel really ashamed if she did. “Hey, what’s wrong? Come in,” he said and placed his hand on her back to lead her inside.

Danica was trying to be strong – put on a brave face and act like everything was normal. She was shockingly surprised by Harry’s cheerful voice when he opened the door and saw her. She had been in such an emotional state that being around someone who wasn’t feeling what she was.. it felt foreign. How could she come in and destroy all that happiness from seeing her? “I—uh—no.” She could barely speak or make a sentence suddenly. He was acting normal because he didn’t know. That he had fathered a child.. with her. She tried to maintain the plastered smile on her face but she saw the second his face turned from happy to concerned. She jumped a little when she felt his hand on her back, guiding her inside his entryway. “I—I’m fine. I wan—wanted to see yo--you before you go back.. to New York.”

A Lost Treasured Tragedy || Dani x Harry

@doctorfields

“I’m so sorry to have to deliver this news but.. you’ve had a miscarriage.”

Danica still didn’t know how to process that information. It had been two days since she had gotten the news of the pregnancy and miscarriage, all at the same time. She didn’t even know. She was so caught up in her job that the nausea she was experiencing for weeks was actually morning sickness. Or the bloating was to make room for a child. Or the excruciating pain she felt when she took a tumble off a ladder at her store. But the doctor had specified that the cause of the miscarriage was not caused by the fall. It was because she couldn’t carry a baby – not to full term anyways. At least that’s the gist of what she understood from all the confusing words the doctor went on about. There was only one person in her life that was also part of this new pregnancy. He deserved to know. And that’s why she was walking up the steps to his place now.

She ran Harry’s doorbell. She wasn’t even sure if he was home or if he was in New York with Anna. Her eyes were red and puffy with dark bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep she had been getting. She was emotionally and physically drained. They both wanted kids. They talked about it all the time when they were in college and even now. He had spoken to her recently of his talk with Anna. About him wanting to try and have a baby with her. But she was about to ruin everything. Tell him that she was pregnant with his baby, only to break his heart like hers was and explain that the baby didn’t make it. Tears welled up in her eyes and she placed her hand over her mouth to contain a few sobs. Just the idea of having to deliver this news when she was still trying to process was devastating to her. When she heard the click of the lock, her hands wiped at her tears and she took a couple quick breaths. She needed to be strong and not show that she was falling apart. She attempted a small smile when the door opened and she saw Harry. “Hi…”

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onetreehilldaily

“She gives herself so selflessly to the people she cares for and she’s just begging for that back. And it’s really heartbreaking. I bawled just because of feeling that pain and in this moment, for her, it’s like he still doesn’t even get it. She’s not mad. She’s crushed. And she’s realizing that this boy that she loves so much just doesn’t know her. She’s not mad, she’s just heartbroken.” Sophia Bush