Chapter 25:
That Girl

Everything felt so surreal.

Not long ago Harry was close to a beautiful girl he called Babe. A beautiful girl with blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes, a beautiful girl with a soft voice that was very immersive, a beautiful girl who made Harry feel completely like a man. The beautiful girl who made Harry want to be around her, the beautiful girl who. . . managed to steal Harry's unattainable heart and had been sealed with a feeling called love.

Love? Was it wrong if Harry fell in love with that girl. . . that unreal girl?

Harry's gaze stared straight ahead, seeing for himself the funeral procession for Majorie Swift. The funeral was too late. As a result of the doctor's research, Majorie was declared dead a few days after the bastard named Bill Wracks made her and turned her into a mannequin. No human can possibly last long in the Majorie's position.

But Harry would never stop believing that his Babe was real. Majorie actually talked to him. She smiled at him, looked at him in the eye, embrace him, and even. . . kissed him. Everything was real, in Harry's mind and always will be. Majorie's coffin went into the burrow and was covered by the soil. Majorie is buried right next to the grave of her husband, her dead love, Oliver Swift.

Are you happy now? You and Oliver, you two are in one world now. I'm so happy for you, Babe.

The funeral procession continued, until all the guests left the burial area, leaving only Harry, Anton and Jason. Harry was standing not far from the grave, to be precise under a white frangipani tree, as Jason accompanied his grandfather who still seemed to want to say many words to his mother

Harry stood leaning against the tree trunk, his arms folded across his chest. The young man closed his eyes, feeling the icy breeze against his skin. Nashville is freezing cold, from the first time Harry had set foot here, hours ago.

The handsome young man kept silent, until suddenly, his heart started to beat fast, just every time his Babe was near him. This is very strange. . .

Harry opened his eyes quickly and looked around. The cemetery is very quiet. There are only a few people who visit the graves of their relatives or loved ones, leaving white frangipani flower petals on their graves that gets dusted away by the frigid breeze.

Harry smiled faintly. You're not going to haunt me, are you, Babe? You should spend more time with Oliver rather than come to my dreams again later.

Harry's attention was distracted when Jason pushed the wheelchair in which Anton was sitting toward him. Harry straightened himself and smiled faintly.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Jason said and Harry shook his heads.

"Jason, didn't I tell you? I want to escort Majorie to her final resting, in peace. " Harry reasoned though it was honesty.

Anton smiled faintly. "I don't know what to say, but thank you so much, Harry. God's plan is very beautiful. He sent you to help me meet my mother, even though I didn't have the time to interact with her."

Harry nodded. "As I told you, she loves you. Majorie loves you, she loves you very much." Anton smiled and nodded again.

"My mom has prepared lunch for us at home. We better go home." Jason invited before pushing Anton's wheelchair away from the burial area. Harry followed behind.

Majorie's body was taken from London two weeks ago, to Nashville. A week before the funeral, Jason sent a message so that Harry can attend Majorie's funeral. The reason is, Jason knows that Harry will be overwhelmed by curiosity if he only stays in London, continuing to think and wonder about how Majorie's
last face is before being completely covered in dirt.

The Swift family received Harry very well. Harry is currently staying in Jason's parents' house which truly reflects Harry's ideal family.

The car Jason was driving stopped right at his parents' yard. Jason and Harry went outside first, before taking out Anton's wheelchair which had been folded, opening it and helping Anton back into the wheelchair.

"Thank you, Harry. If only. . . you would-" Anton shook his head without being able to continue his words.

Harry frowned in confusion. What does Anton mean? It seemed that Anton himself was unable to finish his words.

Harry hadn't had the time to question what Anton meant when Jason had invited Harry inside while pushing Anton's wheelchair into the house. Mrs. Swift already greeted them with her usual warm smile. Mrs. Swift immediately invited Anton, Jason and Harry to head to the dining room. When they got there, they already found Mr. Swift who was sitting and reading the newspaper and various types of food served on the table.

"I cook a lot. I hope you like my cooking, Harry. " A sincere smile engraved on Mrs. Swift's lips and immediately serves Harry's food.

Harry felt utterly stunned by Mrs. Swift. "Thank you. And I'm sure I'll definitely like it."

"This is your favorite food, baby boy." Now it was Jason's turn to be offered food, but the young man looked sullen, annoyed even.

"Mom, haven't we been making a deal since I turned fifteen? That you can't call me baby boy again." Harry almost laughed out loud at Jason's words, if only Jason hadn't stared at him with a hideous look.

"But you will always be my baby boy, Jason. Besides, I miss you so much and we haven't seen each other since you went to college in London. " Mrs. Swift scowled too before pulling out the chair beside Jason and sitting there.

Jason and Mrs. Swift started talking - or rather an argument - and Mr. Swift asked Harry to just eat, regardless of the two of them. Harry, Anton and Mr. Swift ate lunch, glancing occasionally at Jason and Mrs. Swift, who seemed to find no bright spot for their debate.

"When you're done eating, you should rest. I know you must be tired. The trip from London to Nashville is no short trip. I've put your suitcase in the room." Mr. Swift said with a faint smile on his lips.

Harry nodded slightly. "Thank you."

Mr. Swift glanced at Jason and Mrs. Swift before rolling his eyes. "Your room is to the left after the stairs, the second door. I'll take you later. Jason and my wife won't stop arguing. "

In fact, until Harry finished his tomato soup, Jason and Mrs. Swift ars still arguing. Harry glanced at Mr. Swift who seems to still be finishing his food. However, Mr. Swift stopped eating when he caught Harry's gaze.

"Already finished? I'll take―" Mr. Swift was about to get up from his chair, but Harry held the man's arm. Harry smiled and shook his head.

"Mr. Swift, I'll find my own room. Thank you very much for your help. "

Mr. Swift paused before nodding his head. "It's the second door to the left of the stairs." He informed again.

Harry nodded. Harry rose from his chair and walked out of the dining room, and walked up the stairs. Harry slowed his pace as he climbed one stair at a time. On the walls, there are grayscale photos of the little boy, whom Harry believes to be Jason and also. . . Harry doesn't know but it's a girl. Maybe Jason's sister? Or maybe Jason's cousin? Or whoever it is.

Harry made it to the top of the stairs. Harry walked to the left and began counting the doors he passed, until the young man stopped walking right at the second door to the left of the stairs. The young man opened the door and looked around the room, until Harry's eyes stopped at the strange sight of the room. Harry swallowed thickly and walked into the room. His heart was beating fast. Slowly but surely, Harry's vision grew clearer.

There was someone lying on the bed. A girl, with blonde hair with lots of medical equipment all over her body. This feeling. . .

Harry shook his head and closed his eyes. The young man stopped his steps for a moment before walking back to the bed. That girl. . . No, this is a dream, right? This must be a dream.

Harry's eyes didn't move. His body went stiff. His heart was beating completely erratically. Cold sweat trailed down on his forehead. And his chest feels tight, it wa like he was running out of oxygen to breathe.

Harry rubbed his eyes and blinked several times just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating or anything, but even after all of that, the girl was still there. And Harry almost couldn't believe it.

"Ba-Babe?"

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