Clay and Hannah | What If?

Clay and Hannah | What If?

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What if Hannah didn't actually kill herself, but she still send the tapes out, and everyone did think she died? What happens, when everyone finds out Hannah didn't actually kill herself? What would happen between Hannah and Clay? ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・ Inspired by Jay Asher's alternate ending, mixed with the TV Show. *** WARNING *** might include some triggering things. (suicide, depression, rape etc.) I don't own any of these characters. // If there are mistakes, I'm sorry, English is not my main language. //
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"What do you think it feels like to die, Clay?" I whispered. "Don't you dare, Juliette," he said, grabbing my arms. "Don't you dare think like that. Ever." I didn't say anything. "Why won't you tell anyone? Why won't you tell anyone, we can help you, why don't you understand that?" Silence. "You think no one cares, Juliette," Clay whispered. "But you forget that I'm here. I'm here for you." I kept my eyes down. "Juliette," Clay took my hands and scooted in front of me, bending down to try and catch my eyes. "I'm here. And I'm never, ever gonna leave you. We were supposed to meet at some point. And we were never made to separate. Where's that pretty smile? Where's that gorgeous, raspy voice?" he asked. "Huh?" I slowly looked at him. "My favorite eyes," he said. "Just stop." I whispered, sniffling. "Please." "No," He held my face and brought me to him. "I love you. And I'm never gonna stop." ****** Juliette Harris was depressed. She had been for a long time, but no one ever knew. Her parents died when she was younger, her grandmother who was her favorite person of all after her parents' death died, and her foster mother and foster brother hated her. She has many friends and tries to put on a happy face, but inside she was gone. Her happiness was gone. Until someone new came along.

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