Harry's P.O.V.

Its been ten years.

Ten slow, aganizing years and I still haven't heard a single thing about Ava. 

That night that Ava was kidnapped, I cried so hard. I don't think I've ever cried that much in my entire life. I told my mom everything that had happened and my mom rushed to the police station before I even told her the whole story. We were in that stupid police station for what seemed like forever and all those dumb cops did were sit on their asses and drink coffee and eat their stupid, jelly filled donuts. All they did were ask a bunch of questions that I didn't know how to answer, or want to answer for that matter. I just wanted them to find Ava. 

"What was the van's license plate?"

"Describe what they looked like?" 

"Were you scared?"

"Did you try defending yourself or your little friend?"

What kind of questions are those?! Of course I was scared and of course I tried to save Ava! 

Ava was my life! She was my best friend, my sister, and I was hoping she could be my future soulmate as well. Obviously life doesn't always turn out that way I thought it would. 

Ever since that day, I made a promise to myself that I would be better than any of those shitty cops. I promised myself and I promised Ava that I would find her. After all, I loved her. 

Yeah, I know. What does an eleven year old know about love? But I did know about love. Love is when you can talk to that person for hours and never get bored, or sit in silence and not be awkward, or thinking about them even when they aren't with you. 

That's all I seem to do now. Think about Ava, wonder what she's doing or if she's hurt, or even if she's still alive. 

Most people have given up hope on finding her but I haven't. I'm determined to find her and I know one day I will. 

That's why, ten years later, I'm in my second year of the police academy. 

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