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happy update!

sorry about the confusion last night with the update. I published it once and then wattpad started glitching and taking it down then reposting and i couldn't do anything about it. so i just deleted the part and thought i'd wait until the site was stable again. I hope this isn't becoming the norm because this has happened twice is the last two weeks.

anyways, thank you all for the sweet messages and comments you gave me, it made me feel a lot better and I love you all so much!!!

alright, now are you ready to find out why Harry had Grayson's dog tag?

if so then proceed! if not then...idk lol

(author is not responsible for any crying this chapter may cause)

continue.

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I stormed out of Harry's room, pushing past him as he tried to stop me.

"Emma! Emma wait!" He grabbed onto my arms but I twisted out of them and ran into my room before slamming my door shut in his face.

"Emma!" He pounded his fist on the door. "At least let me explain!"

I angrily paced the length of my room.

I wanted Harry's explanation so bad, but so didn't know if i'd be able to take it.

Grayson had not only been my brother, but my best friend, and losing him had been like losing a part of myself.

"Emma! Please open the door. Come on, we need to talk." Harry banged on my door again.

And again, I didn't reply.

I went and sat on the floor of my room with my back against the door, my eyes staring down at Grayson's dog tag in my hand.

I then heard Harry lean his back against my door and sigh as he slid down to sit on the floor.

"Emma, i'm sorry. I just didn't know how to tell you." He said and I shook my head. That was no excuse.

Then he began to talk again.

"I met Grayson on my second tour of Afghanistan. We were both Captains. He and I became really good friends. He was probably the greatest friend I ever had. The day he died we were going on a scouting mission when the roadside bomb blew up the truck he was in. Mine was behind his, so I wasn't hit. I tried to save him. I did CPR for 20 minutes but he was just too far gone. I was the one who carried him back to the base. Later that day I found his dog tag in the dirt, so I picked it up and kept it, because I had lost my best friend, and I was heartbroken."

My eyes were swelling with tears.

"I was there at his funeral. I stayed in the back, but I saw you there. It was the first time I saw you in person. Grayson had a picture of you that he carried around in his pocket 24/7. He told me about you, that's how I knew who you were. Anyways, I waited until most everyone had left because I was going to tell him goodbye and leave the dog tag on his grave, but when I approached it I saw you sitting there in front of it. You were crying harder than I had seen anyone cry before, and I didn't want to disturb you so I left, and I kept the dog tag. I thought a million times about sending it to your family but it had been so long I didn't want you think I had stolen it."

I squeezed my eyes shut tight.

"When I interviewed for the job to be your personal agent I had the dog tag in my pocket for good luck. I didn't tell your parents that I knew their son, I felt like that wouldn't be appropriate. But when I got the job I began to panic, because I was scared of failing. I was not only responsible for the most important person to the president, but also to Grayson and I didn't want to let him down. And i'm completely convinced he would hate me now because of the way I treated you in the beginning."