Gone.

~Prologue~

|Before|

Summer 2014

''Well show me''I said excited.

''No,it's nothing special''he said embarrassed.Cleary it was something special.Art was and is his passion pretty much since he was a kid.Harry was the type of guy who wouldn't let go of his dreams,even if something tragic would happen in this life he wouldn't let go of his dreams.He had so much talent but still was embaressed.How can a person with so much talent be embaressed?They don't get to complain.Especially not Harry.

''Oh come on,please?I begged him.

''Alright,alright''he sighed and revealed his painting.

It was quiet for a moment,not because it was bad.I couldn't say anything ,I was shocked.The painting that he spend weeks on,it was me.It was my actual face painted and stucked to the wall.I felt awed and at the same time confused.Why in the world would he paint me?Spend so many hours on my face ?From all the faces,why mine?

''I know,it's pretty bad,it's okay if you don't like it''he said quietly while covering the painting.''I mean I can paint anoth-''

''What the hell are you talking about?I said,cutting him off.''What do you mean if I don't like it?!It's the most beautiful thing I ever saw in my life,I can't believe that is my actual face.''I stared at the painting.And I noticed the little blue butterflies coming out of my hair.

''Well I decided to draw something that is very special to me,your face was worth the time''he spoke and softly put his hand on my shoulder.I glanced down at my shoulder then back into his eyes that were more green than usual.I wanted to cry in that moment.

A demented smile plastered to my face as he said that.He would do that a lot,since kindergarten.But until now I never took his words seriously.Before it would be something normal that we would tell each other but now,now it's..different.We've both changed a lot.We aren't the same kids from 10 years ago.

''Well thank you for this wonderful piece of art,I will keep it until I die.Even if someone was to rob me right now , I wouldn't give this even for my life.''I crossed my heart.But didn't hope to die.

''Well that is something weird to say,but I will give you the permission to do it''he said laughing.

''Whatcha laughing about boy''I said slightly punching him on his shoulder,trying not to laugh too.

''Nothing''he continued laughing.When he smiled he still looked like a kid.He was good looking,no doubt.Every girl was standing at his feet,begging  to go out with him.

Then we started laughing at each other,and then laughed even more.Eventually we stopped and then stared each other for a very long moment.I saw something in his pretty green eyes that I never saw before.His eyes turned passionate upon me.Green of the sort you'd see on a young tree in the forest, right where the stem meets the leaf. When he was tired, a dark, muted green that almost matched his favorite shirt in color. The shirt, however, was nowhere near as luminous as the eyes I could spend hours looking into, learning to read his every mood.

He pulled me into a hug,and said''I love you''he smiled.

''I love you too''I smiled.

''You know I will miss you''I said messing with his hair.

''I will miss you too''he looked at me with his sad eyes.He took me into a tight hug.''Don't cry''he said,rubbing my back.I smiled and wiped my tears away.

I was trying to hold back my tears because he didn't like me being sad.But something else I couldn't be, knowing he would be gone by tomorrow.And it wasn't like I would never see him again.I was going to see him just not,every day.But I knew I was going to see him.One way or another.