shadow [h.s.]

f i f t e e n t h

A guard came to take Harry away soon enough. His eyes told me volumes upon volumes of his feelings for me; and, had I taken his words seriously, perhaps I would've told him how I truly felt.

But I didn't.

I watched Harry dissappear down the hallway leading to the rehab centre before turning to go home. My face contorted into a frown as I saw a blue pea coat, leaning against Harry's door. "Excuse me," I called to a guard. "This looks like my fiance's, could I take it home to him?"

"Yeah, sure," the guard said. "It's that Harrison guy's coat. He comes to visit 145 sometimes."

Leighton visits Harry? The thought surprised me; Leighton seemed so against Harry. I shook it off and nodded to the guard, deciding to return it to Leighton now instead of just waiting for the morning. This was New York we were living in, not Florida.

I climbed into my black Nexus and drove away- unwittingly knowing what I had left behind.

Mr. Denton called me on the way to the penthouse. "Hey, Sky, don't know if this is going to help or anything, but I found a note stuffed underneath your office door? It's from the Bentley prison, Cell 145."

I frowned. "Could you open it up for me?"

Mr. Denton agreed and I heard paper ripping. "It says, "Sky- please wear purple again."" Mr. Denton laughed- well, snorted. "Oh, for Pete, you're getting love letters from a guy."

"Thanks, Denton."

"Any time."

I hung up and wrinkled my forehead. Please wear purple again? I racked my brain for any kind of connection- and then it hit me.

Harry liked my purple jacket. He had put something in the purple jacket- something, anything. I pulled over to the side of the highway and turned around. Just my luck, the purple jacket was in the backseat of my car- probably discarded there after a long day at work.

With shaking fingers I checked all the pockets and finally found a slip of folded up paper. It was an excerpt from a journal of some sort. At the top, it read: By the time you read this, I hope you figure everything out. I'll always remember you. love, Harry.

I didn't have time to freak out about the fact he signed it 'love'. I read on through the journal entry, shock washing over me like a tidal wave before I determinedly set out for Leighton's penthouse.

-x-

I got to Leighton's penthouse at 7:30 PM, just in time to catch the end of the hockey game on the radio, and, as per usual, Canada won. I knocked on his door several times stupidly, before realizing that - of course- Leighton wasn't in his penthouse.

He was at the rehab centre.

"Funny," I said out loud to no one in particular. "That's where Harry is, too."

I fished my key-picking kit from out of my purse, wondering why the hell Leighton had never given me a key. He had a key to my apartment, didn't he?

Soon the lock gave way and I stepped inside the apartment, planning on just setting the coat down and maybe leaving a little note.

What I saw absolutely shocked me.

-x-

ANONYMOUS POV

I advance towards the door, reaching for the handle and gripping it tightly. Fate has been chosen for some, but, as for myself, I chose fate. She had wasted too much time with him, I had decided. And he had made the mistake of trying to threaten me. I knew I would be able to kill him one day.