Keep Breathing

Epilogue

Okay I lied this is the end.  I kinda changed my mind at the last second. 

Dear Harry, 

You've been wonderful to me for years now, a right husband. One I am so proud of. I wish our forever could have been a bit longer. I wish we could have had kids like we talked about, made ourselves a family. But I'm going to see my family now, and I hope you know, as much as I love you, seeing them again will make me happy. Luna didn't believe in god or heaven, but she knew harry did and a fresh sob escaped Harry's chapped, pale pink lips. I'll look down on you from heaven, I'll make sure you are always okay. Don't let this bring you down. It's something neither of us could have helped. This Cancer has been eating away at me for far to long and we both knew this day would come. So if you ever read this, I'm terribly sorry. Go see the boys, surround yourself with love because you deserve it. And God Harry don't ever let the light inside you die. Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing. Oscar Wilde said that, God I miss you was all the rang through Harry's wrecked mind.  and I want you to live by it. Don't be afraid to disappoint me (because I know you will be scared too), go live like you wish I could have. Don't stop writing either, keep your journal and one day show the world your mind. Be exposed, be vulnerable, because sometimes it's the best thing to be. Because that is how I found you. Harry didn't believe any of this was fair I could fill the rest of this page with a million soliloquies declaring my love for you please do, Harry pleaded silently but I'm afraid I don't have the time. So here's this: I love you, to the moon and back and all the stars in between. We made it Harry. Now keep going. 

      Love forever, 

                  Moon

Harry tried not to cry again, tried his hardest really, but every fiber of his being was sad. The light in his eyes was incredibly dim and only returned when he looked up at the sky at night, when the moon reflected light onto his heartbroken features. The letter stayed close to Harry's side for two years, until the creases cut into the words making them almost unreadable but it didn't matter because Harry had every word memorized. And he would get over it one day. One day he would decide to cut his hair because it was too long and Luna wouldn't be running her fingers through it anymore. One day he'd take down the now 200 Polaroids plastered to his and Luna's favorite wall. One day he wouldn't cry when asked about her death. One day after it all. After the funeral, where he sat next to Steven Tyler who cried as well and didn;t even flinch, after the service and after the reports stopped being about her death and after everyone else had begun to move on. Harry sat under the moon, every night and whispered his love to her. And he couldn't hear it but she whispered back beautiful poems to match his sonnets and stories to pair with his songs,

because Harry would always be in love with the moon.

A/N: If you're daring, listen while reading

1. All I want by Kodaline

2. The girl by City and Colour

3.Give me love by Ed Sheeran

4. Fix you by coldplay

5.Good night Moon by Go Radio

Feel free to suggest more x.