A knock sounded at my window. This could have been no one else. I got up and unlocked the latch and slid the glass up the frame. His body climbed in from the black night, his musky cologne calming my senses.

“We have to talk.” I said.

“Yeah, we do... isn’t that the whole reason why I’m here.” His laugh was muffled.

“About something else...”

“Okay...?” he walked to my bed and sat down, uncertainty drowning his features. “Go for it”

“I don’t know what to do.” Tears began to form in my eyes. “Mum got a job in the US, and she wants me to move there with her, permanently. I told her that I couldn’t, that my life is here with you. I can get a job, and pay for somewhere to live. I just... I can’t leave you. I can’t go through that again. And...”

He cut me off. “Luce.” He sighed. “You have to go. If you left, they wouldn’t be after you anymore. You would be safe. In a couple of years, maybe when everything dies down, everything will be okay, and we can be together.” He smiled thoughtful.

The confusion that I felt on the inside spread to my face. To hear him say that hurt. He was just going to give up on us... again? And why? Because it was easy?

“What’s to say, in a few years time you aren’t married to some other girl, in love, with kids of your own?” I shuddered. “No, that isn’t fair. I’m not leaving.”

“I would never be able to be with anyone else just as much as I can’t be with you right now. No matter who I am with, they will always be in danger. I love YOU, Lucy. I don’t want someone else. I want you. When everything is safe, then I will come back for you.”

“What if things don’t ever get ‘safe’.” I said.

“Then I guess I’ll always be alone.” His words were sad.

“No, both of us would be miserable. What is the point of living, if we are living like this. Broken, and torn apart. This isn’t how I want to live my life... away from you. I want to be here, with you. I want to grow old with you.” I always seemed to end up crying when talking to Harry and this was no exception. The tears fell from my eyes.

I sighed “What is it? You know this thing... the thing that you can’t tell me. What did you do? In the past... what happened that is catching up to you now? I need to know. Can’t you just tell me what is making you stay away?!” I couldn’t find my words, and ended up just speaking a whole heap of disjointed questions.

He sighed before revealing the truth “I killed someone...”

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