Okay, I have to admit, I'm really worried about Harry. He won't cuddle up near me at night, and whenever I try to kiss him, he turns away. I think I made him upset by saving him from killing himself.......
"Harry, please talk to me. Please cuddle up to me like you always used to." I plead.
"No. I don't want to live anymore, do you know how obvious I made that? I tried to kill myself, AJ. You know why people try to kill themselves? It's because they are unhappy with their lives. That's exactly how I felt, I just never succeeded in killing myself. I even fuck up at that." Harry responds, tears in his green eyes.
"Baby, please...... I don't want you to be unhappy, but-"
"But what? But you don't want me to be happy either? I'll be happy the day I die. But when will that be? I don't know. That's why I try to kill myself earlier than I'm supposed to die. I won't be satisfied until I'm dead." He continues.
"Baby, please..... There has to be another solution to this!" I sob.
"There isn't. I'm just giving the rest of the world a good reason why I killed myself. You have 2 days to spend with me before I kill myself." Harry tells me.
"O-okay...."
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FanfictionI'm just going to write part of the story because I'm terrible at descriptions. "See, Harry," I say, showing him a beautiful picture of the city, "these are reasons to live." "Looks like a perfect place to die to me," Harry says. "Harry, just liste...
