Charlie POV-
I see Bobbi lying in the ground abnegation swarming around her and sprint to my wife's side.
I take her hand and put a lot of pressure on it to assure myself she's still hear and will be next to me until I let her go.
I try to calm her down but she knows I'm just trying to assure myself.
She pushes me away not wanting to seem weak as the rest of we family arrive hoping to find us and Harry.
I cry heavily as sobs wrack my body once she tells me not to tell Harry about her.
I can't move on! i'd be betraying her!
But she asked me to, she asked me to forget her but, she's my wife, the love of my life, I need to find a way to cure her or another way of bringing her back to me and Harry!
I need to!
I also need to find Harry urgently! on my own! I need to prove myself to myself.
Bobbi looks up running the grass through her fingers.
I feel more tears run down my face and see one run from her eyes.
Her brothers lie down next to her and look up to the stars picking out constellations like the stories she told me of when we were younger.
The ambulance pulls up and she looks panicked as her body shakes from the cold and blood loss.
I sigh if relief that the ambulance has made it in time but double take when I see Bobbi, lying still on the grass holding the twins hands.
Mark is crying but Alec manages to hold In His tears by coughs a lot.
"Bobbi" I say really quietly giving her hand one last squeeze once her brothers have gone.
"I love you, I love you so much, please wake up" I whisper once everyone has left me to grief for a few minutes.
"Please" I say praying.
Life isn't worth living without her! I need to find Harry and make sure he is well raised, it was her wish! no matter how much a want to be a coward a kill myself I need to press on.
I kiss her softly on the lips, she is like an ice cube completely white and cold.
I cry loudly and hug her body as she lies over my legs.
I cradle her lifeless body in my arms.
I scream in frustration and run hearing a train blare.
***
"Fuck it!" I shout walking into the erudite cafeteria looking like shit, arms and hands covered in blood and tears dried against my face as one last one falls to the floor.
Loads of people watch me as I scan the crowd from my older brother, I hate to mention him because he is a traitor as a bastard.
He is ignoring everyone and reading a book on the human body.
Fitting for the situation.
"Ethan! I need your help!" I say to him.
He laughs.
"Help? you want my help now?!" he asks crossing his arms and closing the book.
"Whoa, wait, what? who's blood Is that? has someone died?" he asks.
"Have you been crying? oh god was it gramps? how did he die? is he having a funeral?" he asks raising a brow.
"Stop with your fucking assumptions!" I shout.
