"Rose...I'm sorry I left. I know how much you needed me, but I had to." A great deal of silence bombarded my room. "Do you...do you still love me?" He asked. I looked at him, his eyes full of sadness and hope. "Mar- Harry...honestly...yes I am. I have been and always will be in love with you." He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and I smiled. He cupped my face and gently placed his lips on mine. Our lips moved in sync and it felt just like it did 4 years ago. We broke the kiss and I hugged him. "I've missed you...stay the night?" He looked me in the eyes and smiled. "I would love too." I smiled and stood up. "I'll be right back." I said and went down the hall to my old room. All that's in here now is storage. "Ah...here it is." I said to myself before grabbing the box marked 'memories'. I walked into my room and Harry started laughing. "You kept all this?" He asked, going through the tiny box full of endless memories. "Of course I did! Remember these?" I asked, holding up two envelopes. When he told me he was leaving, we each wrote a letter to one another. We swore that, if we were reunited, we would read them. "I want to read mine." I handed him the envelope that said 'Marcel' on the front. "Dear Marcel, we always said that we would always be together. I can't believe you're actually leaving me. I guess I should really tell you how I feel. It's just that I've known you for so long and I love you. No matter what happens, I will always love you. Don't change Marcel. You are amazing and perfect just the way you are. Xoxo Rose <3" he folded the letter back up and looked at me. "Rose...read your letter." I picked up the letter that said 'my dearest rose' on the front. "My dearest Rose, I hate to lie to you, but it's for your own good. I'm sick rose. I have leukemia. I'm going through so much chemo. If I make it through, I'll come back to you. I won't look the same. I'll change my name to Harry and I'll change my look. I've always loved you rose and I always will. Goodbye Rose. -Harry xoxo." I looked at him with teary eyes. "Why'd you change your name?" "Rose...when I hear the name Marcel, I think of this boy who had leukemia that nobody cared about." How could he say that?
