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chapter 5: cradle me.

"yes, this is him" i answer with a fightened tone. "quinn, she passed 3 hours after you left. im sorry for your loss" i drop the phone cuaseing it to crack aginst the cold floor. my mother rushes over as i huddle on the ground in a ball. "harry, what happened!" she asks panicked. i just sit there not answering her or anyone. they finnaly rush me into the ER. agin me not answering anyone and the doctor asking a bunch of questions. he then finnally dignosed it as shock. i sat like this, no food, no sleep.

<a week later>

my mom put my stuff on my bed if i wanted to take it. but i never did. untill she threw a letter from quinn on my bed. as soon as sge left the room i grabbed the letter and teared it open. my semi long hair now had gotten in the way so i pulled it back. i opened the letter, i shead a tear and pull away, every bone in my body shaking. i fold open the letter and i begin.

*harry, i love you so much, and we all know that this was going to happen. but i could not take telling you, i am truley sorry for that. and i know that you will try to shut down and lock up, but you cant, not becuase i died. you may think im sending this letter becuase i need to, but its not, its becuase how much you did not want to see it, yoi needed me. and i tuaght you how to love, how to be sympathetic. i never wanted that maroon book back, by the way. i belive that i was placed on this earth to help you. harry just please dont leave me, dont go and just forget all about me. please take the songs and do what you please with them. i love you harry*

i rubbed my eyes to feel the burn in them, the tears on my cheecks, they where cold. i felt very cold, so sour. i folded the letter back up and put it on my dresser. i then grabbed a suit from my closet and put the letter into my jacket pocket.

i arrive at the airport with my ticket back, not telling my mom goodbye or sister. i then hand the man the ticket. i bored the plan and start to write, and i dont stop till i fall asleep.

<10 hours later>

i wake up to papers being turned. i look down to see my writing gone. i turn around myself to see a girl, about my age, reading them. i quickley snap the papers back from her, they are edited. "so why are you going to LA?" she asks. "none of your bissnuss." i snap. "well my names ember, and if you need someone to ever publish your work, heres my card" she hands me card reading ~chattening publishing~ i slip the card into my coat. i then wrap up my writeings and decide to sleep a bit more.

thank you so much for reading so far! i cant belive how he has delt with her death. RIP quinn! <3