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Chapter 15.

"Why did you get jealous earlier?" I asked. I could see the outline of his handsome body.
"I don't like when other boys think you're pretty and awe at you." He paused. "I already messed up once with you, and I don't want to do it again." Harry seemed to be coming more outlined and filling in. His green orbs getting more stronger, more intimidating.

"What do you mean you don't want to ruin it again?" Was our before life horrible? Filled with unloyalty and hate?

"I knew you would ask that.. Well, I used to drink a lot back then and I'd sleep with other women. You knew, but you loved me to much to leave. I hurt you so many times and I don't want that to happen again." His cold hand touched my cheek. I looked down. Harry cheated on me? Multiple times? Why am I getting so upset over something I don't remember, or I was exactly alive for?

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I walked down the dim hallway to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror I saw me . But I was a paler, skinnier, tired me. I looked sick. I saw a black patch infront of me. Covering my reflection. I couldn't breath. The black cloud was choking me . I'm being smothered to death. I woke up. Covered in sweat. My breaths uneven. I sat up and sighed.

"It was just a dream love." Harry's voice calmly claimed. "Close your eyes and go back to sleep, this time . I'll protect you." Why wasn't he protecting me before?

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I never had time alone, he was always there. Creeping into my thoughts. This drove me crazy. I had random outbursts of yelling for no reason, or over nothing. I always apologized, but this isn't me. I've changed in such a short amount of time. My parents think it's still the "new" environment. But, if the only new it was my ghost husband that was driving. E to insanity.

"Why don't you want me here?" Harry's voice didn't surprise me anymore.
"It's not that I don't want you here, it's just... Stay out of my business! Please just for once, leave me be?" I didn't mean to shout at him.
"May I ask why, my dear?" Delicate, so breakable he seemed. But, he couldn't be broken, or could he?
"I..I.. I just need time to myself, to think without someone listening to my every thought." I tried to sound sturdy, but my words were cracking.
"I can't leave you alone, my angel. The last time I did that, you killed me." Harry smirked. He's smirk was hiding pain; trying to forget the awful memory of me, killing him. I sighed. I just have to get used to this, for the rest of my life I'll have him. Always with me, listening to me, comforting me. How am I going to get used to this?