Chapter 4

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The police have been searching for Natalie's body for a while now. Harry's gotten a lot better and I know, once they find it...he will go back to being sad and depressed. My phone rings and I snap out of my thoughts. It's harry!

"Hey, do you wanna go for a walk?"

Harry and I used to take walks together every Sunday, but we haven't gone since Natalie's death.

"Sure, ill be ready soon. You can just come over whenever!"

"Ok, see you soon"

I run into my room and start getting ready. I pull my long brown hair up in a loose pony tail and throw on a pink tank.

*knock knock*

I open the door and find Harry looking at the ground. Something's wrong...

"Are you ready to go Harry?"

He pauses before he answers

"They found Natalie's body."

I reach my hand out to his arm and rub it gently

"Are you doing ok? Come in and sit down."

He shrugs my hand off

"No, I want to see her one more time."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

He nods his head and grabs my hand

"this will have to be our walk."

We make our way down the streets of London and I can tell Harry is about to break down. Once we get to the bridge I feel a tear hit my hand. I look up and try to find those deep green eyes, but he turns away before I spot them. I give his hand a light, reassuring squeeze hoping to ease the pain.

"Are you sure you want to do this Harry?"

"I'm sure."

We start walking up the bridge in silence, Harry is holding my hand so tightly! My heart starts to beat out of my chest and my head starts to spin. I feel like I'm in a dream. My sight becomes fuzzy and all I can see are flashing red lights. I can hear people yelling, but it sounds like a soft echo. I can't think straight!

"Harry.."

I turn and Harry isn't by my side anymore. I start to go into panic mode

"HARRY?!?"

I run around trying to find him, until I spot him kneeling by Natalie's body, praying. My heart stops and I don't know what to do. I find my feet moving toward Harry, so I kneel down next to him and pray with him.

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