Harry's p.o.v
I watch as Charlie follows Bridget down the stairs, and I sink to the floor as soon as they are out of sight. I am paralyzed.
I can't move. I want to follow her; my subconscious is screaming at me to go after her, but I can't.
For the first time in my life, I feel the urge to cry; to scream my lungs out.
I am wounded.
I close my eyes and lean back on the wall. Why Bridget, why? Why did this have to happen? She can't fall in love with me, she just can't. I'm unlovable, unworthy. I can't let her do this to herself.
From what I understand, she grew up in a fairly decent home, a good father and good upbringing. She is beautiful and kindhearted and so vulnerable. It's her innocence that gets to me. It's simply my undoing. I think it's her naivety that attracted me to her
