"we're all killers. we've all killed parts of ourselves to survive. we've all got blood on our hands, something somewhere had to die so we could stay alive."
saige used to think the worst thing that could happen was the football captain not liking...
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Harry's POV
I went back inside the tent, collapsing on the ground as tears burned my eyes.
She was gone. Completely gone. Lost.
I had to get out of here. I couldn't be around her anymore. I couldn't hurt myself anymore trying to fix her.
I grabbed my bag from the ground, throwing it over my shoulder. Asher and Saige were still fighting as I turned away from them, quickly running to the trees.
I fell against a tree, breathing heavily. I couldn't leave. I couldn't leave her. I couldn't leave Asher.
But I had to.
I pushed myself off the tree, running away from them before I could change my mind. Before I could run back to her and beg her to kiss me like she loved me.
Before I could run and wrap my arms around her and tell her she was the only reason I was still here.
I couldn't bear it. I couldn't bear for her to look me in the eye and tell me she didn't feel the same. I couldn't bear for her to push me away. For her to look at me like she hates me. I couldn't take it.
I ran through the woods, my heart nearly beating out of my chest. I don't know how long I had been running but sweat had soaked through my shirt, my legs were wobbling from running so long, and the sun had begun to come up.
I came across another Sanctuary 33 sign, finding my way there.
I turned towards the tracks, heading towards the save haven. Somewhere to stop the pain radiating through my heart.
Saige's POV
Asher stormed away from me as I grabbed the legs of one of the men I just killed, shoving my knife in his head, killing the brain.
After I did that, I drug them all away, away from our camp.
I stomped out the fire, grabbing my bag from the ground. "C'mon Asher, we're moving."
He followed me out as I searched the ground for Harry. He was nowhere to be found.
"Where's Harry?" I asked Asher.
"I don't know," he said from the tent. "His bag's gone, his gun too."
He left us.
My knees gave up from under me as I fell to the ground, tears blurring my vision.
He left me.
I cleared my throat as I blinked the tears away.
No. I told myself. You're not supposed to feel. You're not supposed to mourn him. He left you. You don't need him.
Oh god, but I did.
I stood up, stopping my trembling hands as they wrapped around his knife on the ground. I shoved it in my holster, walking through the trees, Asher following me.
The ache he left in my heart was the last thing I would feel for him. The last thing I would feel at all.
