crescent [h.s]

20

Aurora Adler
(tw. death)

He blinks.

And shakes his head.

"N- no."

My voice breaks and a tear rushes down my cheek as I sit up, "I- I did."

He shakes his head again, "N- no. Aurora, no. I don't believe you."

Another tear falls, "Y- you need to. You need to know who I am–"

He scoffs and stands up, "Who you are! Don't fucking bullshit me right now! You're not a fucking murderer!"

I pull myself off the ground, and wrap his cardigan around me, praying this isn't the last piece of him I get to have.

Praying this isn't going to be a reminder of him.

But how could it not?

How could he ever love a killer?

"H- Harry–"

He points at me and his voice breaks, "No! Aurora, no! Stop it. Stop, please."

I stop.

My shoulders deflate, and I watch him.

I watch him pace around my apartment, his hands in his hair, tugging at the roots. Mumbling to himself.

He walks over to the fridge and rips open the door, taking a bottle of water out and chugging it all, scrunching the bottle in his hands when he's done.

The plastic crinkles around the room, it being the only sound apart from his breathing, and lips mumbling words to himself.

He points at me again, walking over with long strides and reaching me within a second. "No. Aurora no I know you." He tugs at his roots again, "Fuck!" Turning to look out the full length windows he breathes deeply, looking back at me as he talks, "I know you, right? I do. Please tell me I do."

My eyes continue to water as I take in his body language and how he went from kissing me like he would suffocate without it, to having a panic attack at my admission.

But it's true.

Someone died because of me.

My eyes soften as more tears escape, my lips turning downwards, "Y- you know this me."

He shakes his head and walks over to my sofa, "What does that even mean?" He scoffs and throws his hands down on his lap, "There's no way you're a killer. I don't believe it."

My lips quiver as my crying intensifies, memories starting to invade my head.

7 years ago.

The beach.

So beautiful.

The sun glistening down on the water, reflecting back on all of us.

Present day.

I walk over to Harry, sobbing into my hands as I sit next to him and he tenses.

I shake my head as I start to hiccup on my tears, "I- I didn't mean to, Harry. I didn't."

With multiple deep breaths, he turns his head to look at me, "I know, beautiful. I know there's no way in hell you did it. Tell me... tell me who has made you think these ludicrous things. Because you didn't do it. I know you. I know you didn't do it."

7 years ago.

With the scent of sunscreen all around us, and a snap of my navy one piece against my shoulder, I squint as I look over my shoulder to see my boss, Zach, looking down at me.