i'll get to thinking of her

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harry sat at your vanity. he stared at himself in the mirror, repeatedly pushing his hair back and rubbing his face. he held your engagement ring in his hands, watching the diamond sparkle when the lights hit it. your bag of belongings didn't make it far past the front door, harry headed straight for the bedroom after returning from the hospital.
still in disbelief, harry looked at the framed photo of the pair of you, in the maldives the year before. he stroked your face and set the frame back on the table. a few tears fell down his face, realising he was only left with the memories and the photos.

"goodnight, my love. see you soon."

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