talking to the moon//h.s.

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"so you're really leaving?" harry asks as we sit in my bedroom, surrounded by my suitcases.

he offered to drive me to the airport but he's been making excuses since he got here.

"harry i'm sorry but there's nothing left for me here." i apologize. "i don't know what you want me to say."

"you don't know that." he shakes his head. he's been trying to convince me to stay here all day.

"i just-" i try to explain but he stops me.

"did i do something?" he asks, meeting my eyes.

"no. of course not." i reassure him. "i would stay here but i can't, i'm sorry." i apologize again.

"so this is it?" he asks, looking around at all of the bags and back at me. "you found yourself and now you're leaving?"

"i'm sorry." my voice cracks and my eyes fill up with tears.

"is there something i can say to make you stay?" he asks eagerly. "i just don't-"

"i'll always love you, okay?" i hold his hands in mine and squeeze them.

"tell me something i don't already know."