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To Harry...

We can be the greatest team that the world has ever seen...

♥♥♥

A month had passed since I lost my beautiful girl. I still haven't moved on but I'm learning to cope. I miss her so much but there's nothing I can do to get her back and I have to learn to realise that.

Carter held a large piece of my heart and she's constantly on my mind; I can never forget the girl who stole my heart.

I pulled up to the Jones' house and Julie welcomed me in. They had finally decided to clean out Carter's room and turn it into an office. They've been holding the idea back for some time since Carter's room was the only part we had left of her. "We've got a few boxes you can go through." Julie leads me upstairs and I look at the half empty room.

"Take all the time you need." She smiles and leaves me in Carter's bedroom.

I sit down cross legged on the carpet and pull over a box. It's full to the brim with a ton of objects belonging to Carter. I smile and take out the first thing I see, Carter's polaroid camera. I've never seen her use it but it explains the amount of polaroids she has on her walls. I put the polaroid in the 'keeping' pile and start rummaging through the box.

I find a lot of jewelry and random figures and empty notebooks. By the time I finish the first box, I move onto the second one. The second box contained a lot more heavier objects, like an old carousel musical box and a small case which was labelled: 'Carter Jones's Rokk Colecshon.' I chuckled at the handwriting and put the case to one side, obviously wasn't the greatest speller.

Suddenly, my eyes caught a silver box. I took it out and opened it, finding a white envelope with my name on the front. I was overcome with curiosity and without hesitation, tore open the envelope and started reading my girlfriend's handwriting that covered the page.

-Flashback-

Carter

I sat down on the docks, staring out at the crystal clear water. The sun was slowly setting and the air was slightly cooler, so I wrapped my coat around me tighter.

I pulled out the piece of paper and my fountain pen, getting ready to write to my love.

Dear Harry,

As of this moment, I am sitting on the docks, the place where we first kissed, and writing this letter to you whilst you are at school.

Last week, I found out that I was not getting better which I saw coming but was always trying to push the moment away.

You probably think I'm lying in bed and crying about how I have barely long left to live but instead I am here writing this letter to you.

I love you.

I love you so fucking much it hurts.

If I had the same attitude I had before I met you then I probably wouldn't really care about dying but now, I do. I don't want to leave you Harry because I'll miss you too much.

I don't want to stop living because of you Harry. You've given me so much within the past few months we've known each other. You've stood by me and given me your love and it hurts so much knowing that I can't give you anything in return.

So, I thought. I thought about how your life would be after I die and what you would do.

When we first got to know each other I pushed you away. I didn't want any friends because if I got too close to people they would be in so much pain when I die and I didn't want to leave people in pain.