AN:
I am very sorry for the long wait but I have been very busy with exams and others things like my massive writers block. I was being a little lazy, but here is the final instalment of this story. I'm sorry that it is cut short but I need to finish it as soon as possible. Sorry again that it is short but I am in the middle of writing another story. Enjoy…

18. Running

BPOV:

I just ran, just kept on running until I reached my room. I slammed the door behind me; jumped onto my bed and dry sobbed into the covers. This is the reason why I had a bed, so I could curl up in the duvet and close my eyes and get away from reality. But now I could not relax all I could do is cry, well more of dry crying. Why did I even accept to dance with him, why, why, why. God I hate him for leaving, hate him, hate him, hate him! I was so angry, so angry that I took it out on my pillows. I sat up with feathers everywhere, as they floated gracefully down to the ground. I heard a small timid knock on my door I turned around and sighed.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Can I come in?" Jane appeared from behind the door with a worried expression on her face.

I nodded. She walked towards me, the feathers parting aside. As soon as she was close enough I gave her a bone-braking embrace and started sobbing into her arms. She said nothing; just stroked my hair.

EPOV:

Bella kept on running; I heard her footsteps on the old wooden floor that ran throughout the castle. I felt like running. But I had been running for so long; running from painful memories, just running but running does not heal anything. For 3 minutes and 37 seconds the hole in my heart had been filled then it was reopened as soon as it was closed. I breathed in deep as her scent lingered in the air savouring her freesia aroma. Tucking my hands in my pockets I hung my head and walked to the side of the hall while the dancing continued as if nothing happened. I sighed. Why did it have to be like this, why did it have to be this way, why?

BPOV:

It was true. I did miss him; I missed his sweet scent, his bronze messy hair. I loved him, more than my own life I would die for him. I think about him everyday since the day I died and came into this pitiful existence without him by my side. He said he would be there for me, he promised he would stay with me, he promised. How could I be with someone who lied? How could I? But then I realised what he meant to me, I guess all of these years I have had a piece of my heart missing. I knew I could never live without him; he was an idiot to leave me, an idiot with a big head. A very big head. But I loved him and that is all that mattered. I ran back down the winding corridors to embrace him and never let go no matter what.

?POV:

They found each other under the silver moonlight, turning to face each other, eye-to-eye, face-to-face. You could see it in their eyes that they need no words, two lonely hearts together again, forever at last.

Well, that's the end. Sorry for the rubbish ending but I really needed to wrap it up. Sorry if I caused any inconvenience but at least I finished it.

Thanks for reading

Terrorist of the Seven Seas