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Let Her Go: Passenger
Harry's POV
I sat in my car of the pier parking lot, gripping the steering wheel until my knuckled turned white. I had driven around New York City for hours, trying to decide what to do with myself. I felt an unbelievable hollow feeling in me that only grew the further I drove away from the penthouse. As if pieces of me were being left around the city until I found myself at Coney Island.
Her screams as I left her, hunted me. I immediately wanted to run back and cradle her in my arms until she stopped. Until it was all better again and we returned to our perfect bubble that we had just been in the night before. But Ethan's words kept me walking as quickly as my legs could carry me. I had no clue if what he said was true, but on the off chance that he was, this was probably for the best.
After all, we should have never even been together. She was not only a princess, she was a Monroe. She belonged to the most powerful family that roamed this earth and any other if honesty was at play. She was part of the most important kingdom. She was literally the answer to a centuries old problem. I had nothing to offer her.
Nothing but the love I felt for her, which was sadly not enough in this case. I had to look at the bigger picture. In the long run, this was for the best. At least, that was the lie I was going to have to tell myself in order to survive this.
I left my car, the pouring rain cascading over my body. My feet carried me through the parking lot and onto the pier. I walked aimlessly back and forth the long length, trying to focus my mind on anything to keep me anchored and keep me from racing back to her. A girl I never thought I could even get along with, let alone love. Someone who so quickly and easily embedded herself in my life. My soul.
The more I thought about it and the more I fought my instincts, the sicker I felt to my stomach. About midway through my tenth turn of the lonely pier, I dropped to my knees, tilting my head to the sky, letting out the scream I'd been holding in.
No matter what choice I made, from here on out, I'd lost her trust. We were tainted.
Ron's POV
The piercing, yet distinctive sound of my sister's scream bolted me from wherever I had dropped when I came home in the early hours of the morning. I stumbled about, letting my body lead the way towards the sound. The closer I got, the more I felt the need to cover my ears.
In the center of her room, Ro was on all fours, her mouth dropped open, letting the god awful sound of her screams pour out, her hands unable to decide if they wanted to claw at her scalp, chest or the wooden floor. I raced, dropping to my knees before her, wrapping her in my arms.
"Ro, what's wrong?" I tried, but there was no point. She wouldn't be able to hear anything through those screams. "ETHAN!" I tried to our-shout her. "ETHAN!"
Cal's POV
I heard shouting, thinking it was the TV or some asshole running around trying to ruin people's sleep, I desperately tried to ignore it. But, the more I did, the tighter I felt my chest getting until I was practically suffocating. I struggled to get out of bed, my body feeling weaker by the second, but it carried me closer and closer to that horrendous noise.
In a matter of seconds, I found myself in my sister's room, a small crowd gathered around her as she rested against Ron's chest. He swayed with her, trying to soothe her, but nothing seemed to be working. She hollered with all her might, her face a burning shade of red, veins popping out of her skin from her head and neck and tears. Puddles of it, pouring from her eyes.
Seeing her so broken and defeated broke my to pieces. Literally. I felt like my insides were boiling, tiny fragments falling from me. I held onto my chest then my head, not knowing what hurt more. My only thought being that no matter how painful this was for me, whatever my sister was feeling was so much worse.
I dropped to my knees from sheer pain, tears of my own finding their way to the surface, catching Ethan's attention.
"Get her out of here!" He shouted as he picked me up ever so tenderly. "Get her as far away from Ro as possible," he instructed however he handed me off to.
Though I was in the worst pain I had ever felt in my life, I knew I didn't want to leave. I had to be near Ro's side. I felt it in my being. It was an indescribable feeling. Common sense dictated that I flee for my own safety, this was probably some weird magic crap that was happening. But, maybe it was emotion or sisterhood, that made me put up the biggest struggle I could manage while being slightly incapacitated.
Ethan's POV
"Take her, god damn it!" I roared, literally shoving Calliope and Charlie who I'd entrusted her with for the time being.
There was no use in having two broken down sisters. One was more than enough.
I'd imagined something drastic would come of Harry and her breaking up, but not something like this. Part of me wondered if it was just teenage dramatics, but the more I watched her, the more I was being convinced otherwise.
This was more than a simple breakup. It was two souls literally being torn apart from each other. In the time they had spent with each other, they had created a bond. Not as big as it could have been, but a bond nonetheless, and we were all witnessing the death of said bond.
I watched on helplessly as she clawed at the hardwood, her nails beginning to bleed, her face turning purple from the lack of oxygen. As her brother, I wanted to get Harry back and end her suffering. But, it was my brotherly instincts that also made me stay put. In the long run, this was for the best. For all their sake.
"What did you do?" Mason whispered harshly behind me.
"Protecting them," I answered him as best I could.
"Do something!" Ron got our attention. His face was contorted, clear desperation written all over it.
If he only knew that he was the only one who could help her and this whole situation would be so much worse if he weren't by her side.
Ro's POV
I tried hard to grasp at anything I could. Anything tangible. Anything that would keep me anchored to the present. But, all I got was flashbacks to Harry's words and him walking out of my bedroom.
He used me. In the worst of ways. He seduced me, lied to me until I gave him everything I had. Everything I was.
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