~I recommend listening to Suppose by Secondhand Serenade during this chapter <3~
~Harry's POV~
It was the day if her funeral and her mom, me, Peter, Hazel, and Aunt May where here. The preacher was rambling on but I honestly didn't give a shit. I was looking at her coffin. I couldn't see her laying there, yet. I stood up and walked to the front, in the middle of the service.He stopped, looked at me, and then continued.
"Hey Carrie, uh I've never been good at this kind if thing. I've honestly never been to a funeral where I actually cared about the person that died, but I cared, care, about you. I love you Carrie. I love you so much. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. I killed you and our baby, and I'm so so so sorry." I whispered. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned around and saw Peter and Hazel. Hazel pulled me into a hug and Peter put his arms around us both.
"This is my fault. I can't take this back. I'm so sorry." I said. I honestly wasn't sure who I was talking to anymore. I broke free of the hug and ran out of the church. I got in my car and drove to her house. I went right up and opened her door with ease. It still smelled like her. I went to her room and picked up Pumpkin and put her on the bed. Then I took me shoes, jacket, pants, and shirt off. I was in my boxers. I crawled into her unmade bed and curled up with Pumpkin. I let it all out. I cried my poor heart out until I fell asleep.
"Harry wake up. You're gonna be late for work if you don't." A familiar voice said. I rolled over and almost choked.
"Carrie?" I said sitting up rubbing my eyes.
"Yes?" she said raising an eyebrow.
"How long have you been here?" I said
"Well we have been married for three years now." She said holding up her hand showing a ring.
I shot up out of bed covered in sweat. It was just a dream. Carrie was dead. I got up and looked at the time. 4:34am. It's only been three days and seven hours since she died. I miss her so much already. This is hell.
~Three years later~
Life hadn't gotten better. This life isn't want I want. I don't want this anymore. I was gonna be with Carrie. I stood up and walked to my basement. I got a piece of appear and wrote how I felt on it.
"I'm coming Carrie. I'm coming."
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