Quiet is Violent

Chapter Fourty Two

1 Week later.

Natalie's POV

I sat on the edge of the field, overlooking everything below. I was thankful to live on a hill, I could see everything beyond the tall grasses. Sometimes I felt my eyes shed a tear or two as I stare below myself. I often wonder if its because of the strong fall winds, or because I miss what I had.

Today, its because I miss what I had. Liam, Kate, even Harry. I loved him, still do, and maybe that's why I could have never married Liam, he deserved more than what I had to give. And Kate deserves more than Harry, because hell knows he will never break his promise to me of never moving on.

"I miss you," a deep English accent calls abruptly from behind me. I jump to my feet, beyond startled.

"Oh my," I begin but Harry already has me in his arms. I rub his back as I bury my head into his neck. It will always be my security. "You cant be here," I whisper but Harry is shaking his head.

My eyes nearly turn into waterfalls when I see a small girl approaching beyond the tall weeds blowing in the wind. I take in her gorgeous hair, her skinny little legs in her leggings and a dark red sweater to finish it up. Kate owned that look, always has. But why the hell was she here?

I push Harry off of my lightly. "Kate I am so-"

"Sorry?" She says and my whole body seems to go cold. "You better not be." She smiles and now my mind is mush. Harry chuckles.

"Natalie, I love you."

"I.."

"You love him too," Kate nudges me and I cant help but grin.

"I do.'

Kate's smile is in my mind, and I think it will be for the rest of my life.