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ALL IT TOOK WERE THOSE THREE WORDS. THE WORDS THAT BUILT AND DESTROYED MY WORLD. IT HAVE BEEN TWO WEEKS SINCE THOSE CURSED WORDS FELL, ALL RUSHED AND HEAVY, FROM HARRY'S SINFUL LIPS. IT HAS BEEN TWO WEEKS SINCE I MADE THE HARDEST AND MOST TORTUROUS DECISION OF MY LIFE: I DECIDED TO MAKE THE SUN HATE ME. IT WAS THE ONLY THING I COULD DO TO NOT HURT HIM. SO AS THOSE THREE BEAUTIFUL WORDS WERE RELEASED INTO THE AIR, I TORE MY HAND AWAY FROM HARRY'S HAND, WHICH IT SOMEHOW REATTACHED ITSELF TO, FORCING MY EYES TO TURN COLD AND A LOOK OF DISGUST FORM ON MY FACE. I COULD SEE HIS ONCE BRIGHT EYES TURN TO SADNESS, THEN A LOOK THAT BROKE ME. HIS FACE MORPHED INTO ONE THAT SHOWCASED PURE SELF LOATHING. I DIDNT MAKE THE SUN HATE ME, I MADE HIM HATE HIMSELF. THAT THOUGHT HAS BEEN RIPPING INSIDE OF ME DURNING THE TWO LONG AND TERRIBLE WEEKS OF DEAD SILENCE. AS HARRY SNAPPED OUT OF HIS MOST LIKELY HORRIBLE THOUGHTS, HE TOO-TIMIDLY LOOKED UP AT ME. TEARS ALREADY POURED OUT OF HIS WONDERFUL EYES AT A RAPID PACE, BURNING A RED LINE ON HIS CHEEK WHERE THEY TOUCHED THE SKIN. IT WAS WHEN A LOUD SOB FLEW FROM THE INNOCENT BOY THAT MY HEART SANK INTO MY STOMACH AND I REACHED OUT TO HIM, READY TO DROP THE ACT AND FINALLY HOLD HIM. BUT IT WAS TOO LATE. AS SOON AS MY FINGERS TOUCHED HIS SOFT SKIN, HE RAN.
-black hole;l.t.

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