Kathrine knew it was time to move on from Harry, but her heart couldn’t bare the thought of not being with him. She still talked to him, although the conversations got short and just plain awkward. Their friendship changed since she confessed how she liked him. He liked her too just not as much as the other girl. Will this be a happy ending? In reality there are no happy endings, reality hits people like a wrecking ball because it's full of pain. She tried to talk to other guys even though she just never felt a connection with them like she did with him. It hurt her inside and she hated herself for not getting over him. She always has dreams of her and Harry, such as one time they were under the stars making out. Harry ran his hands up her thighs as they kissed and she shivered with excitement. Sometimes they got dirty, but hey she’s a teenager! Everytime he would post about a girl a piece of her heart fell. They were always so beautiful compared to her even though he called her his princess. She just wanted to love her and make her feel special. Guys in reality aren’t as perfect as they are in books and the movies. She finally found a guy who was decent and she loved him, but all she thought about was Harry and it wasn’t fair to him. She broke up with him with tears down her eyes feeling as if she just made the biggest mistake of her life. She didn’t have many friends and generally she would talk to her dog because it was a good listener, unlike some people. People are cruel there isn’t a thing she can do to fix that. One night he texted her at 3 am. She had groaned and picked up her phone and read it. “Princess..I need you.” it read and she turned off her phone and went back to sleep ignoring it. He used her and she knew it too, but she couldn’t help but love him.  The next morning her phone was spammed with calls and texts from him, so she called him and he cried on the phone to her as he was worried sick about her. She calmed him down saying how she was only sleeping. She knew something bad had happened, he always told her things that would happen to her or him and it made her worry and even sometimes she thought she was having panic attacks. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her on purpose, at least her head thought that. How could she move on when he just made her love him more each day? Eventually they started to talk less each day and their friendship had faded like ink on paper that gets wet. Everything would be okay in time...well she hoped it would be.