Lights! Camera! Action!

Till death fo us part.

A/N this one is in Katie's POV and your probably gonna cry because I know I'll cry a gallon worth of tears while writing this but then again I'm super sensitive and I get really attached to people that I'll never possibly know soooo. Also I said I was gonna post this yesterday but I got distracted because my parent threw me a surprise birthday party.

It's been three years, twenty-eight days, six hours, and almost twenty minutes since she died.

I've been without the love of my life for that long and I'm still not over it.  Everyone has noticed too.  The paparazzi have put a bad image out there of me and I don't care anymore.

She would've wanted me to move on, but I'd never be able to bring myself to do that.  Not when I fell in love with her since that first day on set.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N) to set three!" The director yelled at the cast.

We're shooting a scene where (Y/N)'s character, Gracie, sees my character, Lena, for the first time since graduation from high school.

(Y/N) haven't talked much or even looked at each other unless we we're doing a scene together.  She didn't seem like the type of person that was out going or even very people savy.

After shooting this scene we we're given a week off since that was the mid season finale anyways.

"Katie!  Katie, wait up.  Gosh for a shot woman you sure can move fast," a voice said.

I turned around to see (Y/N) walking up too me.

"Yes?" I ask looking up at her after she was in front of me.

I never noticed before that she's a full foot taller than me.  I probably never noticed because I was always wearing heels on set.

"I was wondering if you'd like to go get lunch with me?" She asks.  I don't reply for a moment.  "I mean you don't have to, I just kinda don't know anyone here and it'd be nice to have someone in person to talk to other than at work, ya know?"

"Yea.  How about we go now?"

"I'd like that."

We hit it off that day and became amazing friends.  Little did I know that I didn't want a friendship I wanted something way more.

She'd told me that she had a twin named Sky or something like that and that she'd never personally met her because she couldn't afford to see her, but she video called her all the time.  She introduced me to her a few times and I offered to pay to go see her but she always said that it was too dangerous to go see her because of what happened to her parents.

Her parents, a part of the royal family of the entire United Kingdom, we're assassinated when she and her sister we're only a few months old, so her aunt sent (Y/N) off to America to be adopted while her sister stayed in London away from danger.

(Y/N) hadn't always been shy and such from what her aunt told me one time.  Even as a baby she was very out going, but something happened to her when she was in America that she refused to talk about.  I could tell that it pained her every time something even close to what happened to her was mentioned or seen on TV.

After a year of knowing her I had figured it out.  I had figured out what she was desperately trying to hide from the world.

Her adoptive little brother's dad had abused her for seven years relentlessly, and when they took him to court he wasn't convicted.  Her little brother who is now sixteen has been raised by her abuser and it hurt for her to see some of the same signs of abuse on her brother as to him being abusive too.

After four years of dating and her trying her best to be open about everything with me, we decided to go the London to finally meet her sister.

She asked me to marry her on international television and I said yes through all of my tears of joy.

A month and a half later we got married on a beach in front of a lot of people.  By now tho everyone in the world knew about the two crowned heirs were fully alive and healthy.

You can imagine how scary that would be.

I remember we had went to Ireland to meet someone about something and she looked at me with pain in her eyes and said, "I want you to make sure you know when I vowed 'till death do us part' I really meant it and that I love you with all of my being."

I could them tell that through all of the pain in her eyes, she was terrified.  She knew what was about to happen and she just let it happen anyways.

The next thing I knew I heard one of the guards yell, "Assassin!" And (Y/N) jump in front of me.

Then the shot rang through my ears and (Y/N) was limp in my arms and I couldn't do anything to stop the bleeding or bring her back.

Nothing could bring her back and I still refuse to believe that she knew that that was going to happen.

But I saw it in her eyes.  I saw the shield of her eyes try to cover the scared.  The last thing that she thought to do with her last breath was protect me and say that she loved me.

It didn't seem real at the time, her love, but I knew that by her last words that what she felt for me was pure love with nothing else mixed in.

Within a week of her death I had gotten a court notice of the things that she'd left for me.

She'd left all of her belongings and money for me, but that's not what I wanted.  I wanted her.  I wanted to hold her in my arms and her be alive and okay.

I read the letter that she had hand written for me everyday for the past three years and listened to the voice recording of it too.

The letter was the most heart felt thing I've ever read and it's the only thing that makes me even think about genuinely smiling anymore.

Dear Katie,

If you're reading this means that something has happened to me and I'm dead, but I don't want you to think about me being dead anymore than you're forced to at my funeral and the days after.

I want you to think about all the things that you and I did together and all of the things that I love about you.

I love how your nose scrunches when you're about to laugh.  I love when your eyes twinkle in the moon light when we sit on our roof for hours trying to count the stars.  How your eyes make me fall in love every single time I look into them.  How you never once fought with me.

I love how you never worry about what others think about us because "the only thing that matters is you, (Y/N)".  I love your angelic laugh.  Your smile that could make my heart go into overdrive.  How you always look down and rock on your heels when you're nervous.

I love how you always played with my hands no matter where we were.  I love you you never let me talk myself down.  How you pushed me to keep going no matter how hard life got.  How bright you made me light up when you were around.

I love how you cry for all the happy moments in movies and how you always hide your face in my neck when we watched scary movies when you know good and well that I get scared too.  I love every single fucking thing about you.

Is breá liom gach rud mar gheall ortsa, mo ghrá.  Rinne mé gealltanas duit go dtí go mbainfí cuid dúinn, agus is cosúil go bhfuil bás déanta againn mar sin, mar sin tabhairim mo bheannacht ort an méid is mian leat a dhéanamh.  Is breá liom tú, mo ridire i armúr ag taitneamh. (Translation: I love everything about you, my love. I promised you till death do us part, and it seems that death has done us part so I give you my blessing to do what ever you want. I love you, my knight in shining armor.)

Love,
(Y/N)