I slowly get out of my truck, wondering what in the world is going on. It feels like my world is moving in slow motion as I watch multiple officers shuffling about my yard. They have tapped off my front yard, I'm guessing so the onlookers don't become too nosy. There are at least twenty people who have stopped, staring at the commotion that my house is causing for an unknown reason to me.

"Sir, what is going on?" I grab one of the men in uniforms attention. He looks up from his notepad and furrows his eyebrows saying,

"A young woman was found dead in the woods," he says, as if it was like a normal thing. I begin to worry if that woman had raven hair and ocean blue eyes.

"What did she look like? Who was she?" I begin pressing for answers, growing more anxious by the minute. He starts shaking his head saying,

"That's confidential, sir." I quickly become aggravated, tempted to rip the notepad from his hands so I can read his stupid notes.

"Please, sir, tell me who the girl was. I live here with someone and I need to know if it's her." I am practically begging this officer to release private information and I know it's asking for a lot, but I doubt anything he tells me won't be on the news tonight.

"I'm sorry, the only thing I can tell you is who found her. His name was," he flips through his notes stopping at one and continuing, "a man named Charlie Whitmore." The man looks back up at me, shrugging his shoulders. It can't be cemetery Charlie, it can't be. I walk past the man, stepping over the tap, not really caring about his protest only worried about Anna and finding Charlie because I know if he is the one that found the woman then he can tell me who it was.

"Sir, you can't be over there." I ignore him and proceed walking through my front yard and over to the ambulance. I watch as police men talk amongst themselves, not noticing me yet.

"Excuse me." I say, noticing a black body bag only mere feet away. I can't help but wonder if my Anna is in there. I want to run away there and unzip the bag and find out, but I know I can't do that.

"Who died?" I ask, watching as they all look at me strange. My hands start to shake and I begin to think terrible tragic things that could have happened to my Anna.

"I'm sorry, sir, but who are you?" One of them asked with short brown hair. I shake my head saying,

"My name is Harry Styles, I live here." Why can't anyone around here tell me who is zipped up in that bag? And why is it so important to keep it such a big secret?

"Oh, well, you will need to be questioned." The officer with dark skin tells me, walking closer to my current place a few feet away from them. "We also need someone to identify the body." He explains me to and I know this is my chance to see who it is, but I'm almost too afraid to even dare to look. What will I do if she is in that bag? She can't be, but what if? I question myself.

"Where is the man that found her?" I ask, wondering where Charlie has run off to. I figured he would like all the attention, but I guess not. He has to be around here somewhere. I'm not really for sure if I am trying to stall so I don't have to see who lays in that bag, but I know I really am.

"The last I heard he was being questioned, but I haven't seen him." I nod, preparing myself for what I will have to do next. I keep reminding myself that she isn't gone, she can't be. I was just talking to her not long ago. "Sir, we would like to get an ID on the body, so if you would go ahead and check to see if you know that would be great." The man tells me, the tag on his uniform reads 'Jenkins'.

I nod and they take me over to the black bag, I take a deep breath, reminding myself that everything is okay because my Anna isn't in that. The officers slowly unzip the bag and it feels like every inch they unzip is a stab to the heart.

I was not prepared for what my eyes saw when the body was visible. I don't think there was anything I could have done to grasp the sight I saw and it's a wonder that I didn't lose it right then and there. It was like every nightmare I've ever had I was being faced with all of my demons, a dark cloud was resting above my head when I realized my deepest fears just came true.

There, laying lifeless in a plastic bag was my world, my love, my Anna. Her face was flawless, youthful, the only flaw I could see was the smudge of dirt on her temple. She was beautiful even with the life drained from her body.

I didn't know what to feel. Was this even real? It can't be. I begin to shake my head and slowly back away from her. The officers looked slightly concerned when they came to the realization that I knew the girl in the body bag.

"Sir-" One begins to start, but I quickly cut him off while I mumbled 'no' over and over again. I just lost my father and now the one person that made life worth living is gone too?

Everything that day seems like a big blur after my eyes saw Anna dead. The cops demanded answers to who she was, but even if I told them she was Anna Sexton no one would have believed me, so I told them a fake name and said she was very private and didn't feel comfortable giving out her personal information. It took a lot for me to act like I knew nothing about her, she was my everything and I had to act like she meant nothing to me.

I later found out Anna had drowned and that only made matters worse because I know exactly where she drowned at. It was our place in the woods. I never knew she couldn't swim, but now that I think back to our time spent in the body of water she never once let go of me, she was always holding onto me tightly or just stayed by the side with her feet dangling in the cool substance.

There was no funeral, mainly because no one knew who she truly was. I'm was surprised they even let me bury her, but thankfully they did. It pained me to know I couldn't properly lay her to rest, but in a way I knew Anna wouldn't have wanted a whole much of money spent on something like that.

It's been a week since her passing and it hasn't gotten any easier. I sit, waiting in the kitchen for her to come down the steps, but she never does. I've waited in her room while it storms, yet she never appears. And just like that, I must let her go. I know deep down she wanted to cross over, but why couldn't it had been when I was old and on my deathbed and not now?

Charlie is nowhere to be found. Max Williams is gone. Jane is gone. Everyone is gone, yet I still sit here asking why. I've slowly put the pieces together that their disappearance was caused by Anna's death, it's the only logical answer. The reason behind why someone cannot cross over is because they are being held back by something and that something was Anna Sexton. She effected each of their lives and I truly believe she impacted them enough for them to cross over when she took her finally breath.

Yet, the question to how Charlie found her still lingers in the back of my head, I can only assume she was alive when he found her. She died in her first loves arms and even though I wish that could have been me, I'm just glad she wasn't alone.

With everything that has happened these last few days, I've decided to let someone else have The Sexton House. I had amazing memories here, with an even more amazing girl, but I can't bare to be here without her. I guess you could say that I'm running away from my problems and in a way, I am.

As I sit in my truck packed with boxes of all of my belongings, I stare down at the letter from my father. I've been wanting to read what his last words to me are for days now, but I haven't had enough courage to tear open the paper and read them. I know it will be something stupid and nothing meaningful because he was never that type of guy.

I rip the top off of the envelop and decide I might as well find out what his last words were. Three simple words are written across the almost blank slip of paper. Words I thought I'd never hear, yet here they are written for me to read. I want to believe my mother wrote them so I would move on from the past, but the sloppy handwriting is clearly my father's.

"I'm sorry, Harry." I read out loud, shaking my head and looking up at the sky. He finally apologized... With a letter. That sounds exactly like what my father would do. He never liked conformation, or admitting for his wrong doings. And even though I dislike his choice of saying sorry, I am glad I'll have proof that he did.

"I forgive you." I whisper, starting up my vehicle and pulling out of the driveway. I look back at the only house I called home and wave towards the tower window, bidding goodbye to a girl who isn't there anymore, but she will forever hold a place in my heart.

I don't know where I'm going next, all I know is that I want to travel the world. I want to see all the places Anna and I talked about going to, I want to experience them for us both. Because if I learned one thing from her, is that life is short and you shouldn't wait for the storm to pass.

The End.

| Authors Note |

I'm just going to leave this here...

DON'T KILL ME. I BEG OF YOU.

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