Once we arrived, I was pleased to see that my bouquet of white tulips was still in good shape. I visited almost once a week for the last four months, bringing a fresh bouquet every time. The eulogy I wrote was still stuffed into the ribbon holding the flowers together, along with her ring. When we arrived, I turned to watch Scarlett's reaction as she stared down at the tombstone that had her name engraved into it.

   "I never attended the funeral because a part of me felt like you weren't actually dead," I murmured quietly, her gaze flickering to me before she crouched down.

  Her fingers reached out, skimming the letters of her name that was engraved into the marble stone. Her gaze wandered down to the bouquet of roses, frowning when she saw the piece of paper sticking out of the ribbon that was wrapped tightly around the stem of the tulips. She reached down, fingers gripping the flowers before pulling the eulogy out. Her brows furrowed even more when the ring felt out and onto the grass. She sucked in a breath at the sight of the ring, picking it up carefully before looking up at me.

 She sucked in a breath at the sight of the ring, picking it up carefully before looking up at me

Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.

   "Is it...mine?" she whispered as I smiled softly. I sat down on the grass, watching her do the same before I spoke.

   "Yes."

  I took the ring from her, before taking one of her hands into mine. Her fingers splayed out when she realized what I was trying to do. The ring slid down the middle finger of her left hand, glinting brightly in the moonlight as she tilted her hand to gaze at it with a ghost of a smile.

   "It's beautiful, Harry," she whispered quietly. I smiled in response, remembering the night I gave the ring to her, promising that I would take away from all this violence and pain we've been experiencing.

   "I gave it to you, to kind of seal a promise I made to you on my birthday," I found myself saying, causing her gaze to flicker back to mine again.

   "What was the promise?" she asked gently, her eyes lit with curiosity.

   "I promised you that after that mission where you killed your mother to save my life, I would take you away to some place foreign, leaving our lives as assassins behind for good to start a new life, together" I said softly, my eyes trained on the ring before they fluttered shut, a deep sigh leaving my lips. "I felt awful for not fulfilling that promise, so many things were happening at the same time."

  Silence fell over us for a minute or so, both of us too wrapped up in our thoughts to say anything. I knew that I could definitely fulfill that promise if the surgery worked and she gets her memories back. However, if it went down that route, I could already predict me trying to convince Scarlett to leave immediately within a blink of an eye. She'd argue and say that I was being selfish, leaving all of our friends in the hands of Omega without providing them help. But I wouldn't call it being selfish if the reason I want to leave immediately is for her safety.

   "What's this?" Scarlett's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I turned to look at what she held in her hands, my throat tightening at the sight of my eulogy in her hands.

Run & Hide ☠ SequelWhere stories live. Discover now