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There’s this small moment that lasts about two seconds, that happens right as Kay lifts her foot off the edge of the cliff. In that moment I had many unbearable emotions all at once. The first emotion was panic, panic that I’d never see her waking up next to me, her dark eyelashes fluttering open to reveal those light brown eyes, panic that I’d never get to witness the look on her face again after she’s kicked me off the bed. The second emotion had been fear, fear that this would be the end of her, of us. Fear that I would never be able to bicker back and forth with her, and that she’d be wiped from this world in just a matter of seconds. There were many emotions I felt all at once that it was consuming me, but in those mere seconds I had realized I didn’t want to not ever have those things. I wanted to wake up to Kay everyday, I wanted to fight with her just so I could see the crease in her forehead or hear what clever feisty thing she said next, I wanted her. Forever. And if she fell from the edge, I would never get that. I would never get my forever.

That’s why as I was feeling these things, I forced my body forward and rushed to her. I reached out and grabbed a hold of her wrist just as her body was tipping over, and I yanked her back hard, not caring at the moment if it hurt her but only that she hadn’t fallen.

She flew back into my chest, her breath hitching at the back of her throat as the air is knocked out of her. I pull her tightly against me and back as far away from the edge as possible, dragging her as she begins to fight me.

“Let me go!” She screams, her small hands clawing at my wrists as she tries to rip my hands away from her. I ignore her and keep walking back quickly, dragging her over the rocks and climbing back down with her in my arms. If there were more people here I’m sure it’d look like to them that I was trying to kidnap her with the way I was holding her and the way she was screaming at me, but I didn’t care. I needed to get her back to the sand, where she would be safe.

I stopped once I was far enough away from the rocks and water, and set her onto the sand. She glared up at me, her eyes turning into slits and her hands sinking into the sand around her. She looked beyond pissed, but it was worth it if it meant she was still breathing.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” I yell at her, and her mouth turns to the side in a sneer.

“I was thinking I wanted to die.” She says flatly, as if it were the most meaningless thing in the world. My nostrils flare in anger at the way she acts like what she just almost did was the same as jumping in a pool.

“Why would you want that?”

“Because there’s no point to this anymore. My life sucks and it will never get better. It’s hopeless, I’m hopeless.” She whispers, her eyes trained back on the water crashing against the rocks. I move in her line of vision, blocking her from looking at the water.

“There is hope, you have so much to live for and just-,” I stop to take several deep breaths, feeling the weight of the emotions coming down on my shoulders. “You could of died.” I state.

“I know, that was the point.”

“Really?!” I shout and kick the sand, grabbing my hair in fists. “You know if I hadn’t pulled you back you would be dead right now? There’s no going back from death Kaydence, once it’s done, it’s done.”

“I know.” She says again, not making eye contact with me.

“Why make a permanent solution then to a temporary problem?” I ask her and she turns her head to glance at me, giving me an incredulous look.

“Temporary problem? Thirteen years of misery and pain is a temporary problem? Please. That’s not temporary. I’ve spent more than half of my life dealing with shit. I rather die than live another day of it.”

I don’t say anything. In all honesty I don’t know what to say, what’s the right thing or wrong thing. I don’t know how to reach out to her and tell her how important she is to me, or how much I love her, or how much she fucking scared me when I thought she was going to die.

“Fuck,” I huff when I feel tears threatening to spill out of the corner of my eyes, and before I can stop them they’re falling down my cheeks. Suck it up Harry.

Kaydence looks up and her eyes widen when she sees me crying, then looks down at the sand to avoid eye contact. She sinks her toes into the sand, and bends her head to hide her face but I can still see her own tears glistening off her cheeks.

“You said there was no point,” She doesn’t answer or look up so I continue. “But didn’t you hear what I had said? What about getting married someday, having your own children, building a life? What about me?” My voice cracks and Kay slowly lifts her head up to look at me.

“You’ll go back to being Harry in One Direction. Simple.”

I shake my head and laugh sarcastically. She’s not serious. “No, I would be a wreck. I would not go back to being ‘Harry in One Direction’ because I would not be the same person if you ever left me.” I lean down and squat in front of her, making sure we are at eye level. “If you hadn’t heard me before, I need you. Fuck, Kaydence I don’t want to be without you ever. Why would you ever want to kill yourself? Do you know what that would do to me? Why don’t you realize just how important to me you are? You say no one would miss you but I would, I’d miss you so much.”

Her eyes bore into mine and silent tears are moving down her face, her eyes turning a very light shade of brown by now. She doesn’t bother to wipe her wet cheeks so instead I lean forward to do it myself. She flinches slightly from my touch and I move to lightly kiss her nose, then her eyelids, and forehead. I hear her sigh as I move to press my own forehead to hers, my eyes looking into her brown ones.

“Stay with me,  here in this world. Live your life, don’t end it. I’m not ready to let you go just yet.” I whisper to her, and it’s when she lifts her hands to run her finger under my eye do I notice that I am full on crying. I’m on my knees, her head between both my hands as I am practically begging her to stay. She lets out a shaky breath and soon her tears are soaking the shirt she is wearing. I lean in to close the small space between our lips and kiss her with all that I have been holding in, the emotions that have been weighing on me being transferred into the kiss. Kay’s hands move from my cheeks to the nape of my neck, where she knots her fingers into my hair. Chills run down my spine as her fingertips brush over my neck, and I cup her face in my hands as I put more pressure into the kiss. She’s kissing me back so passionately, her cries being swallowed into my mouth and the taste of our salty mixed tears on my lips.

She pulls away, both our breaths intertwining as we try to catch up to the beat of our hearts. Kay lifts the back of her hand and wipes her cheeks, blinking several times to clear her blurred vision. She stares at me for a few moments, her forefinger outlining the shape of my bottom lip as her other hand cups my cheek.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For almost jumping.” She whispers as she looks down at my knees.

“Kay, I think you need help.” I finally tell her. It’s been nagging me in the back of my mind ever since I had seen her on the bathroom floor, a bleeding wrist and blade in hand.

“What do you mean?” Her eyebrows pull together in confusion but by the way her face seems to lose some of it’s color, I’m sure she already knows.

I sigh and gently run my palm over her upper arm in comfort. “I mean I think you need professional help. You need to talk to someone.”

“No.” She states, moving to swat my hand but I dodge her.

“You just almost killed yourself, you should talk to someone Kaydence.”

“No.” She says coldly and looks up from my knees to look at me. “I’ve tried that okay? And it doesn’t work. All they do is give me pills that make me feel like I’m not myself and the whole thing is more depressing then this. So no.”

“Kay-,”

“Harry.” She warns and I shut my mouth, moving to sit beside her on the sand.  Neither of says anything, until she moves to rest her head on my shoulder, her hand grabbing my arm to hug to herself.

“I’ll be okay. I just need to deal with this…in my own way.”

“I’m afraid of your way.” I confess, and her grip around my arm tightens. I look down at her and her big eyes are staring up at me, while her other hand moves into my lap to intertwine my other free hand. She rubs small circles with her thumb and for a moment I find it odd how she’s the one doing the comforting for once.

“I’ll stay.” She says into my shirt, her voice muffled.

“What?” I ask slowly, and she turns her head that way her mouth is no longer covered by my shirt.

“I will stay here with you. I won’t leave. But just know, you’re my only reason.”

Relief washes through me, and even though it doesn’t seem like it’s the right time I can’t help but keep the smile from forming on my face. “That’s enough for me.”

Kay grins ever so small, then closes her eyes as a light breeze passes us. She curls into my arm, wrapping my jacket around herself tighter as I move to put my arm around her shoulders to create more body heat.

“Do you want to go home?” I ask her.

She shakes her head, and slowly moves to rest her head in my lap. I begin to run my fingers through her hair, untangling it from all the mess she’s been through in the past twenty four hours. I watch as her eyes are following the water coming up to the shore, then slowly move back down as her eyes being to flutter closed. I assume she’s fallen asleep, so I turn to watch the group of people around the fire as they laugh together about an inside joke, that I’m caught off guard when I suddenly hear Kay say, “I am home. You’re my home, Harry.”