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Shawn
It has been 1 week now. Usually, one week goes past so fast but this week is something different. These days have passed by so slow. It feels like one second is one minute and one minute is one hour.

I have spent most of the time at the studio. Trying to write new music and write down everything that is in my heart and my head. And I don't know what Harper does during the days. I have told her to try to go to her studio and just draw like she used to. But she doesn't listen to me. She says that she isn't ready and she doesn't know how she used to draw.

And sometimes she just gets mad at me because she thinks that I am putting to much pressure on her. Maybe I do, but I want her to remember as quickly as possible. It's like she rejects all the possibilities to remember again.

But what do I know? Maybe she doesn't want to remember, maybe she wants to start over from zero and start all over again.

All of this is tearing me apart. I just want to help. All of this has changed me. I don't have the same energy as I used to have. Even my friends tell me that I'm not the same as I use to be.

Before I always had a smile on my lips when I walked to the studio and I always talked to the guys. But now, I am quiet and sit most of the time for myself and writing down lyrics and play a few instruments.

I sat down on the couch and played a few random cords on my guitar when I heard Harper walking up to me.

"Would you like to drive me to the studio? I want to try to draw or take some photos" "Are you sure?" I asked and put down the guitar in its stand. "Yeah, I want to try"

"Okay. Do you want me to follow you or do you want to be alone?"

"No, you can follow me. I mean, if you want to of course?" she looked at me as she wanted to apologize. To apologize for all of this.

I nodded and stood up and took the car keys. She followed me with quiet steps behind me. I wanted to talk to her, but I don't know what to say. I bent up after I put on my boots and threw on my orange denim jacket

"Are you sure that you want this?" I raised one eyebrow. Trying to see if she just said that to make me proud or if she really wanted it. "Yes I am sure" she nodded and put on her shoes.
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We walked through the photoshoot section and into the art studio.

"Woah, is this my own art studio?" she said fascinated and walked around, looking at all the paintings that were on the wall and on the ground leaning against the wall.

"Have I painted these?" she asked and squatted down the in front of the paintings and running her fingers over them.

"Yeah. But you just have this as a hobby. You don't want to sell these" "I didn't know that I could draw this good. But why don't I want to sell them?" she asked and stood up. "You don't think that someone is interested in your paintings. So you just keep them in here"

I said with my back facing her and putting up a white painting board in the painting stand. "Here, try to draw something" I offered her one brush and the painting palette. "I- I don't know if I can"

"You need to try. I know that your talent is hiding in there somewhere" I sent her a little smile.

She sighed and took the painting palate and started to put on some paint on it and walked to the painting board.

I started the speakers and put on the playlist that she has when she is painting to get some inspiration. 'Ophelia by The Lumineers' started to stream out loud of the speaker. "I don't know where to start" she shook her head. "It's easy" I walked up to her and stood behind her.

I grabbed her hand and she jumped a little. I thought that she was going to tore her hand away, but she let my hand rest on top of hers and lead her hand on the painting board.

"You just write a sketch first, and then you start to paint everything" I helped her a little with the beginning and then I let go of her hand.

She just stared at the beginning of the sketch and didn't do anything. She just stood there, looking at it. "Common Harper. You can do it"

I placed my hand on her shoulder and this time she tore her shoulder away from my touch. She mumbled something but it was to quiet for me to hear her so I had to ask what she said.

"I said turn off the music!" she raised her voice and she was almost yelling at me. "But you always listen to music to get some-" "Just turn off the damn music!" she yelled and I did as I was told. She breathed heavily and looked at me as I did something wrong.

"I'm just trying to help you remember!" I yelled at her. It was one of the first times I yelled at her. But I can't take it anymore. I pushed one of the tabled so it fell down to the ground. Harper flinched at the loud noise and I could see tears in her eyes. "I am trying my best, but you just reject everything!" I could feel my heart raise and my chest raised and fell along to my heavy breathing"

I could feel tears building up in my eyes.

"I'm sorry Shawn, but it just a little bit too much for me" she walked up to me and placed her hand on my arm. I tore my arm away from her hand "Too much for you, huh? What do you think it is for me eh? I am trying to help you every day!" I raised my voice and this very unlike me. I have never raised my voice at her ever.

"You know what? Fuck it" I ran my hand through my curls "If you don't want to remember, then don't. I have tried, but apparently, you don't want that. But don't come to me later and ask me for help!"

I threw my jacket over my folded arm and walked to the door.

"Are you gonna stay here or are you following me home?" I asked and I didn't look back at her. I just couldn't look at her right now.

"I- I don't know," she slurred. "I will be out in the car" I mumbled and left her alone in the art studio.

As quickly I sat down in the driver seat, tears started to stream down my face. I slammed my hands against the steering wheel a few times before I sat with my back against the backrest.

I looked at myself in the little mirror and I was a mess. Tears streaming down my cheeks, my eyes are red and swollen and I looked tired. I liked off the salty tears from my lips and closed my eyes.

It took a little while before Harper opened the door to the passenger seat beside me. Had she been crying as well?

Her eyes were glossy and her cheeks had a shade of red and stripes from her tears.

I started the engine and drove us home. "Shawn" she started but I interrupted her. "No, drop it. I get it"

To be honest, I don't get it. Why doesn't she want to remember?

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I know, this was a really short chapter. Sorry. But I have an idea. If I get 100 votes I'm gonna do a face reveal and tell a little bit about myself. It's nothing special but I thought that it can be fun for you guys to get to know me a little. How does that sound?

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