emilyeasyas123
I turned the doorknob as slowly as I could, seeing as I heard muffled sobs coming from inside Harry's room and I didn't want to barge in loudly. But after seeing him sitting on the bed with a razor in his hand, I quickened my pace and sped over to him, grabbing the razor out of his hand and looking at the damage he had done. He finally regained his senses and hung his head low, ashamed that I had caught him cutting himself. I ran my thumb up his inner thigh, wiping away the blood that was trickling down in a steady stream. After wiping my hands on the bed sheets, I brushed my fingers over the scars on his legs. "Harry...why are you doing this?" I asked. His curly locks moved back and forth as he shook his head, unable to come up with an audible response. "Harry..." I said. He stayed still. "Harry look at me" I ordered. He slowly raised his head to gaze into my eyes. I put a hand on his cheek. "Harry promise me you won't do this anymore" I said. He dropped his head again and traced a scar with his finger. "Why do you care" he mumbled. "Because...I love you" I said. With that he looked at me, with sadness in his eyes. "Really?" He asked. "Yes" I said, our faces only an inch apart. And with that I closed the gap between our lips to pull him into a long, passionate kiss. As we pulled away he whispered, "I love you too."
I don't know why people can't just leave me alone. If I don't want to talk about it, I don't want to talk about it. They can't just keep pushing me and pushing me for answers until I'm pushed over the edge. They can't put me in their own controlling harness and route every turn I make in my life. They need to learn to stop living my life for me. I'm fine alone.
Time stopped. I was frozen. The rotation of the earth ceased. Any other motion in the world was no more. My heart was beating harder. Time was escaping me. My voice was numb, my hands were trembling and silent. No one whom I had ever kissed before had made me feel this way.
I get the chills sometimes. Whenever I think about what we used to be. It's ironic really, because you used to hold me so close, so tight, and I was warm. Warm in your embrace. But now that I think about all of the sad feelings you caused me, I get the chills. Which is not how I would've hoped we would've turned out.
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