"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 had been about three months since S33 recruiters found me.
When I first got here, I had tried to escape a few times. It felt wrong to start over without Saige here, without her being able to start over as well.
King James sat me down and explained to me that whatever I was chasing after wasn't worth it. He told me that he had a place for me here in S33 and thought that it could be the perfect redo for me.
To conclude, he gave me a soldier's uniform to tell me that I was only useful with a gun in my hand. The only skill I have is protecting his community.
I still didn't like it here. It wasn't the place for me. But that didn't matter, it was a place.
They gave me a home, food, and clothing. Better than I could have asked for.
I was very wary of their way, especially when they wanted me to dress up in thick suits and fancy shoes. Even before the shit hit the fan, I didn't dress nicely. You could catch me wearing a nice shirt every now and then but other than that I stuck to my black jeans and solid colored tee shirts.
Since I was a solider, I didn't have to wear their fancy clothing. I didn't have to attend dinner at the time they wanted. I didn't even have to be here half the time.
They wanted me outside, watching over the place. Most of the time, I lead scavenging missions into the city, where we would stay gone for days, weeks on end.
I had just gotten back from a three week mission. I was on my way to the dining hall from the armory, where I had dropped off my weapons. I planned to get something to eat and head back to my apartment where I could shower and finally have a good night's rest.
I wasn't looking where I was going on my way to the dining hall, I was listening to people mumbling on about newcomers. How one of them was the new princess.
Someone ran right into me, their head smacking into my shoulder. I stumbled backwards, my arms reaching out to catch myself.
"Watch it, asshole." She said, my heart freezing at the sound of her voice.
Without a doubt, I knew her voice. I knew it was her.
She turned around, continuing on her way as I stared at her. "Saige?"
She instantly froze, stopping as if she hadn't heard me right. She spun around, her eyes filling with tears.
She started to come forward and I instinctively opened my arms to engulf her in it, but instead, I was met with her fist.
When I regained myself from the ground, I watched her walk away, stopping myself from running after her.
I can't believe she was here. I can't believe she was alive.
I skipped dinner and went straight to my apartment. I paced around my room, trying to decide whether or not to find her apartment and talk to her.
She hated me. She absolutely hated me.
I slid to the ground against the door, tears protruding my vision. I only tried to get away from her because I couldn't hurt myself even more, I couldn't let myself be hurt and I couldn't hurt her further.
Now she was here, she was here.
She looked good. She looked great. Beautiful.
I shook my head. I couldn't let her in my head again. I couldn't see her anymore. I couldn't bother with her anymore. I couldn't.
If one of the newcomers was the princess and Saige and assumingly Asher, then she had to be the new princess everyone was talking about.
There was no way in hell that Saige would ever agree to take that position. There were so many questions I had, so many concerns. I knew she didn't want me near her. She didn't want to even be in the same place as me.
I worked up enough courage to return outside in hopes of not running in her again. I didn't want to put this on her. I didn't want her to fell cornered here.
On the way back from the dining hall, my saved dinner in hand, I caught the sight of his blonde hair.
"Asher!" I called out before I could stop myself.
His head snapped around, an evident eye roll taking over his face. He stalked over to me, his blue eyes filled with hatred and anger.
"What the hell do you want?" He spat, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I-I um, how are you?" I asked him, pulling a hand through my hair.
"Maybe you would know if you decided to stick around."
I sighed heavily, looking up at him. "Asher, I-I-"
"Yes, go on, this ought to be good."
"I-it's complicated," I said to him. "I don't know how to explain it."
"That's what I thought. Asshole." He started to turn around but I needed to explain to him why I left, I needed him to know.
"I had to leave," I said as he halted, turning around to look at me. "I couldn't stay."
"Why?"
I shook my head. "She broke me."
"The way I see it, you broke her."
"No, no, I didn't mean to hurt her, I-I couldn't watch the last bit of myself crumble."
"What does that even mean?" Asher said before shoving a finger into my chest. "You left her when she needed you the most. She needed you, Harry. She still needs you. You were too stuck in your own head to even realize she was literally begging for your help."
"She pushed me away." I said defensively.
"She was waiting for your to save her, she needed you to save her," Asher said more softly this time. "The fact that you were stuck in your own head to not even see how much she needed you is bullshit."
"Asher," I sighed heavily. "I'm sorry."
"She's gone now, there's nothing left of who she used to be," he said, turning away from me. "That's on you."
"Asher, please," I begged as he walked away. "Tell her how sorry I am."
He turned around, his blue eyes meeting mine. "You should tell her yourself."
