I woke up, Harry wasn’t in his bed. Odd. I saw the bathroom, closed.
“She showed me what it was to cry.” The voice coming from behind the door, Harry, continued, “Nothings fine I’m torn.”
I knocked on the door lightly, I heard him get up. He opened up the door, his eyes bloodshot, he sniffled his nose. I stared at him, I couldn’t believe it. I was the reason those tears were in those green eyes.
I breathed out, “Harry, can you please just listen to me?” He sighed and listened, from the words last night he was probably expecting a ‘Harry, I am sorry. I have only been best...
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