“I dream of leaving and never looking back. But it’s impossible.”

“Then take my hand and we’ll run together.”

Rosalie Brookes is running. She’s always running, that’s all she does. She’s lost, running from her deepest and darkest nightmares. The creature within her, its claws tight in her heart, has made her kill everyone she loves. Since watching her mother being murdered through her five year old eyes she’s had a secret. But she’s about to reveal her secret for the first time. To the man that saved her the night she was running.

Harry’s lost. He’s always lost. He’s lost everyone and needs to care for someone to make him complete. His twisted past of drinking and drugs is forgotten about. He’s escaped his problems and now wants to help Rosalie do the same.

Someone will bring their messed up worlds together. They have a lot more in common than they think. And that may save their lives one day.


This is the second version of this story I've made so enjoy!


65. Dear Harry

Harry’s POV:

I buried my face into her neck. My whole body jerked as I cried into Rosalie’s neck, my salty tears dampening her skin. Her head had fallen back, eyelids peacefully closed to forever stay that way.

It can’t end like this. Not after everything we’ve been through. But this was reality. She spared her life in order to keep me safe. And I can’t thank her for it.

I lifted my head from her cold neck, pulling the strands of hair from her face. She was so perfect, but she never believed me. But she never saw what I saw. She was perfect to me in every single way.

I let my eyes wander down her body in my arms, taking in each little feature of her. She was wearing my favourite shirt and a pair of my ripped jeans. The shirt had fallen off her shoulder a bit, revealing her prominent collarbone. My shirts were normally too big for her, but she looked stunning in them anyway.

My jeans were always a bit tight on her, but they fitted. Normally I’d have to help pull them up for her. I’d wrap my arms around her and grab the waistband to help get them on her. We’d laugh and joke about doing it until they were around her hips, both of us out of breath, but huge smiles on out faces nonetheless.

I hadn’t realised I was smiling to myself until it quickly faded away. A piece of paper was sticking out from her jeans pocket. My trembling hand grabbed the corner and delicately pulled it out. I unfolded it to find it was Rosalie’s favourite picture of her 5th birthday, the last picture taken with her parents. As I took in the smiling faces, I noticed curly writing was coming through the paper. I quickly turned it over to find a message from Rosalie on the back, my heart in my throat.

Dear Harry,

By the time you’re reading this I’m probably dead. I’m writing this as I make my way over to the boxing club from Zed’s flat. Writing this on the back of this picture brought back some painful memories, but I don’t mind. I wanted to give you this message. I stole the pen from Zed though. I hope he doesn’t mind. Anyway as I head towards the boxing club, I have a feeling I’m going to die there very soon. But I don’t mind. As long as you are safe I’ll die happily.

I’m writing to tell you this. Stay strong. For me. Do that for me, Harry. Keep living, baby ‘cause I’d be dying for nothing if you joined me up there in the clouds. Whatever I did I did it for you, Harry. To keep you alive and strong. I’ll be looking down on you, baby. I’ll make sure that you’re safe, that you make the right decisions in life. And if you ever feel stuck, just think of me. If I were alive then what would I say to you? Would I join you, or stop you? You’ll know what to do. I have every bit of faith in you to live your life to the full. I love you, baby. Just because I’m gone doesn’t mean I’ll ever stop loving you. You’re my saviour, Harry. You saved me that night we met. And I’ll never forget that. Goodbye, baby.

“Bye, Rosie,” I whispered.

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