Don't Let Me Go

air walk.

Dear February,

I officially dread you. I hate you. Did you plan it? Are you the one that wanted her die? Right after my birthday?

I watched her die. I witnessed it. February 3rd. Right after my birthday is when the love of my life died. I kissed her, and I regret it. I took her last breath.

I screamed. I remember calling out for even after I knew she was already gone. But I didn't want her to leave. Not without me.

I remember Niall running in at the dead of night. He was half asleep, but he stayed with me that night. He cried as he stared down at her lifeless body underneath me.

Niall was sleeping over. He basically lived with us after July. She was like a sister to him. Niall loved her dearly. He had to stay with us, just in case anything happened. And something did.

I felt like I was walking on air. I just couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe she was actually gone. But I had to. I had to believe that what was laying there wasn't a dream. But I wanted to so desperately wake up from that nightmare.

I made a promise to her.

I promised that even though she was gone, we won't die. I won't let us die. Because we belong together.

The boy who kept his promise,

Harry.