Harry’s POV

She stood at the top of the cliff looking down. 

I rushed forward and tried to stop her, but it was too late.

She was falling.

I screamed and sprinted toward the edge of the cliff.

“Violet!”

She looked back, eyes wide, lips parted in a silent scream.

“Help me Mate” she screamed, her eyes filled with terror. 

I reached out. My fingers stretched so close I could almost feel her skin. But she slipped.

Over the edge.

Gone.

I shouted until my throat ripped open.

Then ...