"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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Saige's POV
I grabbed his shoulder, pulling him around. "Harry?"
When he turned around, instead of meeting the clover eyes of Harry, I met dark and cold brown ones. It wasn't him.
"What the hell?" He snatched his hand, turning away from me.
He's not Harry. He's not him.
I'm not sure why I expected him to be Harry. He wasn't here. He was probably dead. He was dead.
"Sorry." I muttered.
I stayed behind the gates for about three more hours before night fell and I decided to go back inside. Grab something to eat and head to bed. Sleeping was the only thing that Harry didn't plague for me.
Other than when I dreamt about him. Which hadn't been much lately. Right after he left, every dream was plastered with his stupidly beautiful green eyes and that perfect mess of a hair. I hated that even after everything, I hated him, but I missed him so much.
People were looking at me as I walked through the town.
"Can you believe she's the princess?" Someone muttered as my eyes fell to the ground.
I continued to keep my eyes glued to the ground as I made my way back to Asher and I's apartment, struggling to ignore the harsh stares and cruel words being thrown around.
I slammed right into someone, my forehead smacking into their shoulder. I stumbled backwards before quickly recovering, not looking up at them.
"Watch it, asshole." I said, shoving them backwards as I pushed past them.
I started to walk away, anger pulsing through my veins. I was already getting tired of this place. These people thinking that I came here with the intention to take things from them. I didn't want to be their stupid princess, I didn't even want to live here, but it's what Asher wanted.
"Saige?"
I froze, stopping dead in my tracks at the sound of my name.
Not only my name.
The sound of my name coming from his lips.
In that English accent.
I spun slowly around on my heel, not believing my ears.
There he stood, right in front of me, clad in soldier uniform, his hair shorter than I remember it.
I took a step back as the shock poured from my eyes in the form of tears.
This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening.
"Saige-" He took a step forward, those green eyes struggling to meet mine.
Before I knew it, I was taking a step forward, my fist colliding with his jaw. He had opened his arms as if I was going to fall into his arms.
He fell to the ground, clutching the side of his face as pain radiated through my hand.
He opened his mouth to speak again but I turned around, nearly running back to my apartment, where Asher waited for me.
I closed to door behind me, sliding down to the floor as tears cascaded down my cheeks.
"Saige?" Asher fell to his knees beside me. "What's wrong?"
I continued to cry, struggling to breathe. Asher set his hands on my shoulder, comforting me. "Calm down, Saige."
I tried to catch my breath as I looked up at him. "It's-it-"
"What is it?" He pressed, holding onto me tightly.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. "It's Harry."
Asher shook his head as he looked up at me. "What? What about him?"
"He's here," I said, pulling myself together. "Harry's here in Sanctuary 33."
