Run & Hide ☠ Sequel

Epilogue ☠

But there were times he'd often feel down just because he wasn't a prodigy like his sisters, and because he had a mental disorder. People in his school would either pity him or scold him for being so troublesome and just so different. It really brought him down for some time until Spencer, his godfather, managed to get into his mind and talk some sense into him. After Spencer and Alek had that talk, Alek's self-esteem improved quite a lot, since his artwork was always admired and people praised him for such a wonderful talent especially when he was diagnosed with ADHD. It just showed that he could do anything despite him having a mental disorder.

"Scarlett."

A voice spoke up from behind me, making me snap my head towards that direction, sighing in relief when it was just my husband.

"Harry," I whispered in slight surprise, wiping away my tears and standing up from my seated position.

He gazed at me with soft, sympathetic eyes, a small sad smile dancing on his lips as he stood there in front of me. He then opened his arms up, encouraging me to walk into them and I did. His body was warm, and clean, as if he had taken a shower before coming here. My arms wound themselves tightly around his waist, face burying into his chest as he held me to him.

"I miss him too," Harry spoke up quietly, large hand running down the expanse of my back to comfort me. "He was the closest thing I had to a real father."

I bit my lip harshly to stop myself from crying again, feeling the tears build up in my eyes. My head pulled up from its curled position on his chest, gazing up at him with my teary brown eyes while he smiled down at me, sadly. His hand came up, rough fingertips stroking my cheek lovingly before he cupped it firmly and brought his lips down to meet mine. The kiss was short and simple, his soft lips molding over mine while I sighed in content. After all these years, I didn't think I would ever get used to the incredible feelings I received from kissing him. It was like all the negative feelings and emotions I would feel at the time would just vanish in an instant as soon as his lips touched mine.

"He would've been an incredible granddad," Harry told me sincerely, making me smile a little.

"Yeah, he would've," I sniffled with a nod, glancing back at the grave before sighing. "How did you find me?"

"I went home early because you said you'd be home around this time, but you weren't. So, I just assumed you'd be here because despite it being the day we first met, it was also the day you found your father..." he trailed off uncomfortably, not wanting to mention his death, but I simply nodded in response, biting my lower lip.

"Let's go have lunch because this is making me depressed and I don't want to feel depressed today. I want to feel happy, because today is the day I met you 10 or something years ago. I've lost count," I rambled a bit, laughing towards to end quietly, making Harry chuckle.

"We met in quite an odd way," he commented, reminiscing to that specific day.

"Yeah you slammed me into my front door and held a gun to my head," I rolled my eyes, making him frown and pout at me, before breaking out into a grin of amusement. "Not to forget, you were so close to me I could literally feel Harry Jr. against my ass."

"You did not!" Harry gaped, cheeks flushing while we walked back down the grassy hill, hand in hand.

"Don't deny it! You were trying to pin me to the damn house, I could've guessed the size of your dick just by how hard you were pressing into me," I said in an exaggerated manner, making him scoff and shake his head.

"Stop being so extra, Scar," he taunted, pinching my cheek with his other hand, making me yelp and slap his hand away.

Soon enough, we hopped into his car and drove off, looking for a place to have lunch.