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Chapter 13.

I woke in the dead of night. My heart beating fast, sweat running down my face. I must have had a bad dream. I walked to the bathroom, I splashed some cold water on my face.

"Breathe." I said. "It was only a bad dream Coraline." I stood there looking in the mirror. My eyes blood shot.

"Why are you talking to yourself Coraline?" Jackson said rubbing his eyes. I jumped back. I placed my hand over my mouth.

"Oh my lord, don't scare me like that again.." I scolded him. "I.. I.. I wasn't talking to myself, I mean I was but.. Nevermind." I pretended to yawn. Jackson nodded his head, gave a thumbs up and went back into his room.

I quietly followed in his path to my room. I tripped over my rug and fell face first on the floor. I remember seeing Harry, and me kissing, on our wedding day. I was dressed in a long white gown, the end was trimmed with rhinestones; we were in a very cold church that burnt down when I was a kid.

I felt a cold hand shake me; a voice whispering in my ear "Wake up Coraline-" "Wake up." I opened my eyes. I couldn't see anything but a figure of white. Standing infront of me. I felt my body lift into the air. I was slowly set on my bed. "I'm always here for you." Said the familiar voice. Then it was clear, it was Harry.

"Oh my.. Coraline! What happened to your head?" My mother said. I turned, and rubbed my eyes.

"What?" I was in a daze of being confused. Then my head started pounding. "Oww." I placed my hand on my forehead.

"What happened love?" My looked at my probably bruised head.

"I fell last night on the floor, and some how I managed to make it to my bed." I sighed.

"I'll go get you a ice pack." Mum kissed my head.

"Oww! And no, I'll be fine, thanks anyway mother." I sat up. Giving her a slightly dirty look.

That day, I didn't get out of bed, once. Mother wouldn't allow me to anything. Not even go to the bathroom without her help. I laid in bed, cuddled up with my blankets. I had my eyes closed till I turned to my right. I felt someone looking at me, and I sure was right. I saw a full figured Harry. He looked.. Alive. His cheeks were defined from the light, a little twinkle on his eyes; sun glistening off his lose curls; his chest moved, like he was breathing.

"Go back to sleep love." His smooth voice said.

"But, I can't. You look to, to, real." I said. Amazed.

"I promise when you wake, I'll be the same way." He smirked. He placed his hand on my cheek. "Sleep." I closed my eyes slowly, to make sure he stayed. And he did.

I never actually fell asleep, I was laying there, in a state of relaxation, and calmness. I didn't even think. I was just laying there, with no use. I opened my eyes. He was still there. Smiling.

"Told you." Harry laughed. I reached my hand out to touch him. "Don't!" He jumped back.

"Why?" I cocked my head.

"I don't know, just don't. I want this moment to last." He relaxed again. But he was still worry I would touch him. I nodded my head.

We sat in complete silence for a while. Until I realized he was fading.

"Why are you fading?" I questioned. He gave me a meaningful look and said.

"I'm here."