Redemption

Prologue

Two years ago

"You're so beautiful," he softly whispers, brushing a lock of blond hair behind her ear, taking the time to soak up how silky and soft it feels against his skin. It's slower than usual, he's soaking it in, trying to imprint this feeling on his soul.

She smiles as a light blush blooms on her freckled cheeks, an insecurity that Harry taught her how to love, a feature of hers he would trace with his fingertips under the covers in their bed, the only light being the moon as it shone through their opened windows, the wind creating a soft whisper that hummed as they made love over and over.

The hospital smells of lemons and cleaning product, his least favorite of all scents, but that never stops him from visiting her when he could step away from his job, one that required most of his attention, an internal conflict he battled every day. He needed money to pay for her treatment, to keep her alive, her heart beating, the one his beats for.

"Stop," she replies, tears gathering. She knows she's sick, she knows she's slipping from the earth's grasp every second, but she can't let him go.

He laughs dryly, shaking his head before standing up, kicking the chair out of frustration, at the universe, at whatever force thinks this is fair. It creates a scraping noise against the floor, making her wince, the noise not pleasant to her ears, and her headache, at all.

"I love you!" he exclaims, running his hands through his hair, a frustrated act. She looks out the window, taking in the view of Minneapolis. The city she moved to because he wanted her to. They love it here. And she starts to realize, her whole life has revolved around him. She's scared to leave him alone.

"Give me a pen and paper," she orders him. He looks at her with crazed eyes, blatantly confused. "Just do it."

He leaves the room, returning a moment later with a pen and paper. She sits up a little bit, with what strength she has, grabbing a magazine to put on her lap to write on. He watches her intently, lip pulled between his teeth.

"And an envelope," she adds. He leaves the room once more, leaving her all alone to her thoughts. He will be looking for a while, not wanting to disappoint her.

  Dear Her,

There is a pain in watching your lover love someone else. A pain that cuts deep, an ache that's planted, the roots digging so far into the earth's soil, it would be impossible to pull it out. There is a pain in knowing this is inevitable, inescapable. But I'm afraid. I'm afraid no one will read this letter. That no one will find out how deep Harry can love, how it consume your whole being you fear you may burst from it, as if it will pour out of pores, overflow your veins. I have a deep pain admitting that I am jealous if you are reading it. I am jealous of the life you live, full and content, the world at your fingertips, ready to snap at your command. It might not feel like it. But you are alive. So it is. Your ability not only to love, but to be loved, is a gift, one I envy even from my grave. Do not take it for granted, for I wish my feet still walked this earth to reverse all the times I did.

Take care of him,

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DISCLAIMER:

This story is not based off any true events. The characters are purely made out of my imagination and I had a fantastic time writing about them.

Harry is who I depicted him to be in the story, just like all the other characters.

No plagiarism please. It isn't respectful. I worked hard on this book and I expect that everyone will respect that wish of mine.

Please note that there will be sexual content in this book; if you are not comfortable with reading such things, don't read at all (or just simply skip over those parts).

If you are a person who likes books that move fast, are not complicated, and have no other plots going on besides the love story, I highly recommend you not read the book.

It WILL contain other dilemmas besides the love story.

I started writing this fanfiction years ago, and the beginning does not give it credit! My writing improves drastically, and I promise, if you stick with the beginning chapters and hold patience for the progression of the story, it will turn out in the end. I will be going back and doing HEAVY editing, I just want to get the basic ideas out before I turn it into a better story.

Lastly, please enjoy the book with your whole being. I wrote it to escape my world - I hope you can escape yours as well.

Updates are sporadic. I have no set schedule and I am mainly writing this for me and my best friend, Grace. We enjoy reading it together. (ILY GRACE, THANKS FOR MAKING MY WRITING FEEL MAGICAL)

Happy reading.