A/N: Angel is back and it's the story I've chosen to continue and I hope you like it and continue with me the journey.
sorry this is unedited.
I will find the time to edit it as soon as possible :)
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Rose's P.O.V:
"I'm Dying ," he said, "Slowly"
My eyes went wide yet again, "Impossible,"
"Oh. Trust me, with me, it's possible," he spoke, smirking as he stopped right in front of me as the intensity of the cold found it's way through my skin.
"You see..." he started, slowly placing the back of his index upon my cheek slowly caressing it, "You are the only one who wanted me to live."
He stepped away turning around making his back only in view, "Who ever did this to me, wanted to me gone, but I'm not," he said, in a low voice." And for that, I'm here."
"What do you mean?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion, making him turn around to look at me smirking.
"I saw in the emergency room, I knew there was something about you, I was supposed to die with that cardiac arrest, but you decided not and saved me."
"Are you blaming me for that?" I said, taken aback slightly by his words, "I was doing my job, nothing more."
"Oh. We all know that's not what you do with a patient," he smirked, "And I don't blame you, By all means you can kiss me anytime you want, Rosie"
My cheeks flushed at his remark which made his smirk grow even more.
"Pardon?"
"You heard me," he said, cooly smirking at me, "For that, Rosie. I'm asking you to help me."
Noticing him using the nickname 'Rosie' more than once so far.
"Help you in what?"
"I remember so few of my incident, and I need to finish my business here before I die," He said, his voice serious and searching my eyes for sort of approval, "I will be gone once I'm done."
"Harry, unless you don't know, I have no idea who the hell were you when you were Alive, your file is useless."
"You think I don't know that, I was one hundred percent sure to not make anyone know anything about my life, Rose. I'm as clueless as you are about myself, I don't even remember what happened to me until I heard it."
"Why is all of that?"
"Rose, I'm going to die, and I need your help, I not dead nor am I Alive, I'm in between." He spoke, as serious as he can ever be, "I have to die with a clear record, I have to die without anyone grieving over me, I have to die knowing why I reached death."
"Why me?" I asked, still wanting to know why me out of all people.
"Because you are the only one who can see and hear me, you are the only one who wanted me to live," he said taking a step closer to me, "For some reason you wanted me to live, to be able to accomplish what I just said."
"But-"
"Before you say no, I'll leave you to think about it, but Rose," he was towering me by now, "I'm running out of time."
I blinked to find him gone, and the atmosphere of my room returned to normal, leaving me with the darkness of my mind as I still tried to let all of this sink in.
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At some point where you realise that Death is haunting you in every turn you take on this Godforsaken Road called Life, you tend to grab onto what's alive in your life, but for me I have nothing. Nothing at all to hold on to.
