As the day turned into night, Harry found himself sitting on the couch, a statue sculpted from worry.
If the misunderstanding hadn't happened yesterday, by now they would have been busy celebrating their engagement, Harry thought as he stared at his phone.
He wanted to call Jade, to reassure her that they would get through this. And he yearned to hear her voice, the melody that had become the soundtrack of his life, but logic reminded him that space was needed to prevent further damage to their relationship, and rushing things wouldn't help.
Heaving a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world, Harry placed the phone face down on the couch since the glowing screen kept taunting him with its potential to bridge the chasm that had opened between him and Jade.
Hello, there! I understand that many of you expected a perfect vacation for Harry and Jade (Lol) but sorry, that wasn’t my plan when I was thinking of their vacation. I think by now you should be used to the fact that I don’t really do ‘perfect’. So, forgive me.