~Harry's POV~
The vast city of L.A. wasn't how I remembered it back when I was in college. It's dark and the colors are dim now, casted over by the clouds - much like how I look. Bags hang under my eyes, and I'm pretty sure shreds of my heart are floating around in the warm, damp California air. The hole engraved there was and will always be my fault.
I couldn't even f*****g look at her when I backed out of my parents driveway. I'm such a f*****g coward. I'm pathetic. I was just a tornado in her life and I destroyed her path, left her there in the debris of shards and glass.
Its been six months, technically my records are clean, so it was easy for me to get another job. The female eye of the school I'm now working for knows me. Actually they know every part of me.
But not like she does
