You left I followed (book 2)

Why?

All I can do is skim read over the letter she wrote. tears freely pouring down my cheeks as I choke on the sobs I've been holding back for hours.

Nothing in my life is worth living when the light turned out an that beautiful creature was my life.

Every part of my mind is telling me to to die to follow in fleur's footprints but I don't think she would have wanted that. would she have wanted me to die was the only thin that kept the blades and the pulled and that dreaded rope away from me. I can't disappoint her.

I laid down on the bed we shared careful not to slip onto her side of the bed because I know she liked to breathe when she slept incase the nightmares kicked in.

She often thrashed around in her dreams until I would reach round and cling onto her to steady her unhealthy movements. her breathing would normally go haywire leaving her heart to beat erratically, sounding like it could jump from her tiny chest.

I didn't have fleur's soft hands to comfort me or the taste of her lips so I settled for the cool fabric if her pillow that was dusted with her delicious scent.

Slowly I drifted into an uneasy sleep that woke me with chills now and again from the cold tears I couldn't seem to contain.

I had no control of my body and I hated everysecond of it. Missing fleur was natural now and it killed me, slowly but surely I was dying and I knew that this is how my father felt.

I tossed around in my bed begging for sleep praying to anyone to just let me get a little big of sleep so fleur could grace me in her dreams. I need to see her beautiful face again just once.

As the night got colder I wrapped my blanket up further around my body shielding me from the nightmares of reality. shivering and sobbing the dark cloud finally surrounded me.

Fleur's p.o.v

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It's so quiet here, I don't really know where here is but it's full of peace and I like it. sometimes I can see Jared and can feel his emotions but I know that he can't feel mine. I can read his thoughts too but he can't read mine.

When I try to mind link him it's as if he has the block up and I can't contact him.

I pace back and forth the while dress that Coates me dragging along the white floor, my golden hair is curled perfectly but I didn't curl it and I know from looking in the mirrors that are littered around that I have makeup on but I don't know how. I must say this eyeliner was perfectly winged.