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1 MONTH LATER :

[ANGEL]

"It's been three days since she's shown up... why hasn't she called? She would've called by now." Harry rambled on worriedly because Johanna hasn't come by in the last three days. In the time that I've been here Johanna has never missed a day and according to Harry she's never in the past either.

Harry has been worried sick, it radiates off of him even though he won't talk about it much. He insisted on sending out some search party after we tried calling her and she didn't pick up but I told to him to give it a couple more days. I've tried to calm him down and kept telling him that it was probably nothing to worry about but deep inside I'm afraid that something bad has happened to her.

I looked over at him, his head down and he was staring at the counter top with a glum expression. I reached over and carefully put my hand over his and began to rub a circle on the back of his hand.

"Maybe, it's time to start looking for her." I gave in. I didn't want to start looking for because I know that it would only terrify me more if we won't be able to find her but now I'm desperate to know if she's okay.

Harry looked up at me with hopeful eyes, I nodded my head and he kissed the back of my hand before stepping out of the kitchen with his phone. I let out a shaky breath and began washing the dishes in attempt to get my mind off of the situation. Maybe she's just sick? I closed my eyes and before I knew it the familiar warm feeling of tears rolling down my cheeks. It ached me not knowing if she's okay or not.

I opened my eyes when Harry's hand rubbed up and down my back. I gave him a weak, sad smile but that didn't hide how sad I truly felt. His thumbs gently wiped away the tears from my cheeks, "I have to go into work today." He said simply. I nodded my head and walked out the kitchen with him, walking up the stairs.

We were both silent as I sat on the edge of his bed, watching him get dressed. He pulled his blazer over his shoulders and glanced at me through the mirror, "You're not getting dressed?"

I shook my head, "I think I'd rather stay here... you know, in case she shows up." He didn't seem happy with the idea of me staying here alone but he bit his tongue.

"Call me if anything happens, okay? I mean anything." Harry looked me straight in the eye to show how serious he was. Even though I'm sure nothing will happen I nodded my head and kissed him goodbye as he walked out the door.

I staid by the window until I saw his car disappeared from my view and I took slow steps around the front, looking around not sure of what to do. I had to distract myself from thinking about Johanna if I didn't want to spend the entire day worrying like crazy. I kept on wondering, trying to think of something to keep myself occupied but then I found myself standing at the library door. I carefully turned the knob and walked into the lonely room.

My feet led me until I reached a random book shelf and my fingers grazed over the spine of the books until I came across one that caught my eye. It was a hard cover black book with gold imprinted swirls. I took the book out of its place, letting my eyes scan the beautiful cover that had no title which only made me more curious. I opened the book to find a paragraph written in a beautiful cursive on the inside cover page.

Dear Harry,
You deserve all the love and happiness that this world can give but sadly you don't have that. I can promise you, though, that I will do everything in my power to give you as much happiness and love as possible. For as long as I live, I love you forever kiddo. Happy Birthday. x
Gemma