alive ↠ hs

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Saige's POV

I watched as James saw Harry and his crew off, Jay's fingers resting on my hip.

Harry's eyes drifted over to me as he got into the truck, his green eyes visible from this distance. I turned away as they left, tears burning my eyes.

Jay went off to talk to James as I went back to Asher's apartment. I knocked on the door before entering, a loud moan filling my ears.

I instantly froze in my tracks as Asher's name echoed through the apartment.

Oh god, please, no.

I quickly turned away, grabbing the knob as I left. I needed to talk to him. I needed him to hold me and tell me it was going to be okay. But I didn't want to take him away from Andrew.

I sobbed loudly as I closed the door, sliding to the ground. Harry was gone and he was afraid that he wasn't coming home. I was afraid that he wasn't coming home.

I wanted to get on the ground and pray to whatever God was left and beg him to let Harry come home safe. I wanted him to come home and I wanted to kill James for stripping him from my grip again.

I wanted to kill him. I wanted to watch him struggle to take his last breaths. I wanted to watch him beg me to spare his life. I wanted him to suffer. I wanted everyone to watch as their ruthless leader crumbled beneath a girl.

I showered and changed into my night clothes, falling asleep with my thoughts on Harry. I wanted him to come back home to me.

Three Days Later

I furrowed my eyebrows as yelling filled the town. I quickly hiked up my dress, running towards the front of the town, where trucks came through. 

I froze in my tracks. The same trucks that Harry left on.

He was supposed to be gone for a week. Weeks, maybe. 

I searched the crowd of men for those brown curls. Those beautiful green eyes.

A man that I had seen frequently with Harry turned around, looking at me. His eyes softened as I met them, my knees almost giving out underneath me.

No. No.

Someone's arm wrapped around my waist, holding me up. I turned around, meeting Melody's eyes.

"Don't show weakness," she said to me. "Do not cry. Do not show them you're hurt. Don't show him he's hurt you."

James came over to me as I pushed the tears away, standing up straighter. He smiled sadly, meeting my eyes.

"There was an accident on the trip," he said slowly. "They were overtaken by Biters, we lost three men."

I stared at him, waiting for it. "Harry didn't make it out."

There it was.

I nodded, turning away from James. "How unfortunate to lose good soldiers."

I pushed past the group of people, going to my apartment. My knees gave out underneath me as I hit the ground, sobs echoing through my apartment.

He knew. Harry knew that something was going to happen. I knew that something was wrong.

My door opened, Asher coming through, tears in his eyes as well. "Saige."

I sobbed as his arms wrapped around me. "He's gone, Ash, they killed him."

"I'm so sorry, S, I'm sorry," he repeated, his voice thick with emotions. "I'm sorry."

I continued to cry against his chest as he comforted me.

"I thought you two weren't together."

"We are," I said to him. "We were."

I pulled myself together, standing up. "I'm going to kill him. James sent him out there knowing that he was going to die. He was going to kill him. I swear, I'm going to slit his throat and-"

"Hey, now, calm down," Asher said, laying his hands on my shoulder. "Deep breaths, babe."

"I love him, Asher," I breathed heavily. "I love him and it's not fair that I have to lose him. I can't-I don't know how to keep going without him. He's my everything. I love him so much."

"It's okay, Saige, please stop working yourself up, you're going to have a panic attack," he said to me. "Or pop a vein, whichever comes first."

"I don't want him to think that they're going to get away with this," I said to him. "They can't murder someone and expect to get away with it."

"Maybe it wasn't murder."

I snapped my head around to look at him, my eyebrows raising. "What?"

"You know what happens when Z's take over, maybe he really couldn't get out and they-"

"No!" I yelled, cutting him off. "Harry knows danger, he knows how to get himself out of situations like that. He's smart, he wouldn't have let them get to him."

"Saige, I-"

"No, Asher, I don't care what you say, I know him, I know what he would do in that situation," I snapped. "He wouldn't die there. He wouldn't let them overtake him. I know him."

Asher opened his mouth to argue again but I cut him off. "Don't!"

He raised his eyebrows in shock.

"Harry couldn't die like that, he doesn't deserve to die like that," I said, breaking down into sobs again. "He's strong. He wouldn't leave me. He couldn't."

Asher wrapped his arms around me as I fell into a fit of sobs. 

"He's gone," I sobbed against him. "They took him away from me."

"I know, Saige," he said softly. "I'm so sorry."

A future without Harry is a fate worse than death.