We Meet Again (Sequel to Without You)

The End

A/N: Please hear this song. It goes perfectly with the book.
Harry's POV
Darcy and I take a seat toward the back of the garden. Mus' coffin is lying toward the front, decorated with flowers. The sight makes me sick. Her coffin should be draped with black; we're mourning. I want to march down the aisle and stripe that brand new, shiny, wooden coffin of all of those fresh flowers. Darcy takes my hand in hers again, and squeezes it reassuringly. I look over at her and she gives me a tight smile.
"Dad, I love you." Darcy says. Her words almost make me happy. Almost. In another situation, I would've rejoiced just because she said those three words, but not today. Today those words remind me of Mus and the thought makes me sad.
"I love you too," I say.
"Harry?" I turn my head toward the left to find Liam leaning down beside me.
"Yeah?" I say.
"Are you going to say a few words?" Liam asks me, slowly as if he's speaking to a child. I shake my head. I have nothing to say. Whatever I say can't and will not make a difference. "Harry, you have to, out of courtesy."
"I don't have to do anything!" I snap at him. "I don't need to show my manners to these people." I point toward a group of men who are smiling and laughing. "None of these people need to hear anything. They don't care." Sighing, Liam stands up straight, fixes his coat and walks down the aisle. Why am I even here? What's the point of all of this? The person who had to leave is gone.
"Thank you all for coming." Liam says, standing in front of Mus' coffin. His hands are folded in front of his body and he has a small smile on his face. What is all this bullshit?
"Dad, where are we going to go after all this?" Darcy says, looking around the garden. I rub my thumb against her hand like I did to Mus'.
"We're going to buy a house. Our own little abode and safe haven. Then we're going to complete your mamma's wishes." I say, thinking about the diary. I wonder just how many wishes Mus wrote down.
"Mamma's wishes?"
"Yeah, she has a long list of wishes that she wanted to complete before she...died." I choke out the word. "Mus told me that after everything, she wants me to complete her wishes."
"What types of wishes?"
"Saving an animal. Seeing a rainbow. Going to the Niagara Falls." I explain, mentally visualizing her diary's pages.
"Oh," Darcy murmurs. "We'll complete all of them." I nod my head, agreeing with her.
"Mus is still in our hearts and our minds. She'll always be here with us." Liam says, his eyes filled with sorrow and pain.
"No, she's not!" Every head in the garden turns to face me. I look around, raising my eyebrows. "Mus is not here with us anymore. She's gone," I continue.
"Harry, would you like to come up and say a few words?" Louis says. He's standing beside Liam and so is Niall. I don't know why, but I get up, tugging Darcy along. She walks alongside me, squeezing my hand once or twice. I don't know if she's doing this to comfort me or herself. Either way, I like it. I climb the stairs that lead to the temporary stage, and stand beside Niall.
"Whatever Liam just said about Mus being here with us is not true. She's not," I say. I'm not addressing anyone in particular; I'm just looking at my feet and saying whatever my tongue and mind wants me to. "When someone leaves they leave. For good. There's no bringing them back, and no miracles either. I learnt this the hard way. Mus...was snatched from us and life will never be the same without her. I'm not saying this for the sake of it. I'm saying this because it's true. I know that my life will never be the same without her. She was my world. She was my everything. I don't know why this God that people talk about played such a sick joke on me. I don't know why he punished me to this extent. Maybe he thought I deserved it because of my deeds." I pause, wiping the tears that are falling down my cheeks with my hands. "But no one deserves this. Not even a person who has killed hundreds of people. At least that's my thinking. I've killed a lot, but I don't deserve this fate. Mus told me that she'll always be with me, but she lied and told me the truth at the same time. She lied because she's not here with me. She told me the truth because she left a part of herself with me; our daughter." I look down toward Darcy and smile at her. A genuine smile, not the fake ones that I've been giving the boys just to make them happy. Just to reassure them that I'll live and I've not gone mad. "Darcy is a piece of Mus...a very big one actually. I lost Mus, but I will not lose Darcy. Ever." Darcy tugs at my hand and I look at her questioningly. She motions for me to stoop down and I oblige. Darcy leans forward and kisses my cheek.
"I love you, dad." Darcy says, taking my face in her small hands. "I will never leave you. We'll be together forever." I nod my head, smiling.
"Together forever," I murmur. I stand up and Darcy and I walk off the stage. I lead her toward my office.
"Dad?" Darcy says.
"Hmm?" I say, taking one last glance at Mus' coffin.
"Mamma's watching us, isn't she? She's going to be happy, right? Seeing us together."
"Of course." I don't know how, but I know she'll be happy. I want to check off Mus' wish that concerns me and Darcy. However, I don't feel like the time is right. Not just yet. We enter my cabin and Darcy leaves my hand, heading toward the bathroom.
"Dad, can I have your phone?" Darcy asks me, peeking out of the bathroom.
"Sure," I say. I take out my phone and jog over to the bathroom. She takes it from me, and shuts the door. Darcy is already feeling better. She's already learning to live with our loss. But I won't be able to. As I'm about to take a seat, my eyes fall on the bag that I've placed on the chair. Deciding to view the things inside it, I grab it off the chair. Gently I take out Mus' diary, camera and pen, as if they'll break. I want to preserve every last thing that I have of her. Everything. From her toothbrush to her socks. I take out the wrapped up box and place the bag near my foot. I tear off the wrapping paper, eager to see what's inside. My eye first lands on a blue bow. Furrowing my brow, I unwrap the whole box. It's a baby box. It holds a rattler, a bib, a romper, a pair of shoes and a small brown pouch. Why would Mus want me to have this? I turn the box over. Apparently the box is divided in two parts. The backside holds similar objects, but they're in orange. I place the box beside me and pick up the bag again. This time, I grab the envelope.
From Mus, with love. Is written on the top of the envelope. I tear it open and discard it on the floor. I unfold the letter and start reading.
I don't know how to start this. Harry, I'm just going to write everything that crosses my mind into this letter. So bear with me.
I smile at that.
By the time you'll receive this, I'll probably be dead. It's a scary thought, but I'm fine with it. What has to happen has to happen, right? I didn't make sense in that last sentence and I didn't write has to happen twice by mistake.
I laugh. Suddenly, I stop. Even when she's not here, Mus can still make me laugh. I continue reading.
Harry, I've said this a thousand times, yet I'll say this again; I love you. And I'll never stop. I lied to you when I said that I'll tell you everything. I didn't and I'm sorry for that. That day when you asked me who I was talking to and what I was thinking about; I lied. I wasn't thinking about our wedding, I was thinking about our child. I'm pregnant, Harry. I have two babies in my stomach. Not one, but two. I'm sorry, but I won't be able to give birth to them. I tried to, I really did. However, fate doesn't want them to be born.
Two babies? Mus was pregnant and she didn't tell me? I don't feel mad. I feel sad for Mus. She bore this burden, alongside many others, alone. Why? Why was she torturing herself to this extent? Weirdly so, I feel happy that she is gone now. At least she's peaceful. But I'm alone.
I know you'll only have Darcy left and she'll only have you now. And I'm sorry for that, yet again. Gosh, I'm apologizing too much. I just bought that box out of passion. Out of hope. And I think that you should have it. It's my gift to you, even though you can't use it. One day Harry, when you have another wife and more children, please make them wear those rompers and use that set. It'll make me happy. I've given more envelopes to various people that I know. You'll get one envelope on your birthday, every year. I've written a lot, so they'll last you a life time. I hope. Till the next, take care. I love you and I'm sorry.
A tear stains the letter. Alongside the tear, a short laugh escapes my mouth. She actually thinks that I'm going to marry again and have more children. The thought is comical. Mus doesn't know me at all if she thinks that. She doesn't understand my love for her if she thinks that. I will never be able to open my arms or heart for another woman. My love is only reserved for Mus. And it will always be.
                    The End

A/N: I'm very sad right now. These last few chapters have made me very upset. I want to ask you all a question. If I write a short book following up on Harry's life will you guys read it? I want to write about how he's doing after she's gone. Because honestly, if I was reading this book and not writing it, I would want to know what happened to Harry after all of this. Please, please share your thoughts regarding this matter. Thanks again for reading my book, bearing with me through the whole series and voting and commenting. I will always appreciate each and every one of you. Please do tell me if I should write a short book on Harry's life. Thanks again.