LOOK AFTER YOU : LARRY

𝐱𝐢𝐢𝐢. the end?

"what's mine is yours to make your own."

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i walked into our house after going on a walk. i'll admit i was gone for a while, but i went pretty far out into town. i carefully walked through the house making sure not to wake harry up.

i slowly opened our bedroom door and was confused to see that he wasn't there. i looked around the house and eventually got to the room i haven't looked in yet.

the bathroom.

the door was closed but from under the door you could see the light was on.

"harry?" i yelled out, but got no response. i panicked and yelled out his name again. once again, no response.

oh god, please tell me he didn't do what i think he did.

i rushed to open the door and i screamed out in agony at the sight in front of me.

harry lied there. lifeless. not a single breath coming out of his body.

my hands started shaking as i took out my phone and dialled 911.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"m-my friend, he isn't breathing and t-there's cuts all over his wrist." i struggled to say while sobbing.

"sir calm down, we'll be right there soon. what's your address?"

i told the woman our address and she hung up. i held harry tight, scared that i would never see him again.