"Why does it have to be me?" I asked shaking with fear making my words barley audible " Because your MY Lottie, you belong to ME," he said with a soft smile, but his eyes....... they were eyes that belonged to a tortured man. Yet something in his tone made me reevaluate the way I once thought of him. My heart swelled with a suffocating wave of a foreign feeling. That was when I knew. I was his Lottie, and he was my Harry.