Marbles | night thirty three
Young not innocent;
Broken and bent.
We whisper all that we vent,
For us to hide what we meant.
Confused not wild;
Quiet and mild.
We make mistakes like a child,
And on fake images we piled.
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Louis: Do you still love me?
Harry: (nods)
Louis: [silence]
Harry: Do you still love me?
Louis: [silence]
Harry: (sighs)
Louis: Would you still love me if I leave?
Harry: (nods) Always.
Louis: But why?
Harry: I don't know. (pauses)
Louis: If I come back after leaving, would you still love me?
Harry: (purses lips) Other people offer love too, not the same as yours, but maybe better. (gives small smile) If you ever come back after leaving me, I'm uncertain. Maybe I will, maybe I won't. Maybe I'll love another. (pauses) We're not young anymore.
Louis: No we're not– but please, don't replace me.
Harry: You can't say that.
Louis: [silence]
Harry: [silence]
Louis: I won't be here tomorrow so– (smiles)
Harry: So this is goodbye then? (fakes a smile)
Louis: No, (grabs Harry's hand) it's more of like "I'll see you on the next day."
Harry: Still gonna pick me up?
Louis: (nods) For one last time.
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Sweet Creature • larry au ✓
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