The birds in the sky are so small they look like bats, swarming, crowding, ready to pounce. Harry slips into his grandfather's old car, sheltering himself from the sunlight that has appeared since football practice ended.
The car is a newly instated privilege, and one Harry is only allowed to use on weekends and days his grandmother is working - meaning today is one of the few days he does not have to cram himself into the back seat of the bus and hope he fits in. And he doesn't just mean physically.
His hands are still shaking when he turns on the ignition, the aftermath of his moment in the shower. Realistically, Harry knows that there's a name for his 'moments', but the thought of labelling them with anything so concrete as a title terrifies Harry more than anything else does.
The window rolls down the second he turns on the ignition and he takes a deep breath of sweltering air. It doesn't help. It's like swallowing a mouthful of sticky honey, cloying and sickly-sweet.
Sweat trickling along his brow, Harry pulls out of the half empty car park to the sound of gravel crunching beneath the wheels like gritted teeth. His jaw remains clenched as he tumbles down pothole ridden roads, swooping up and down like a flying kite in a rough sea breeze. His mind reels, yet Harry is unable to pinpoint a single, concrete thought. Everything seeps together into one, indistinguishable mess, bubbling in a pot until it all boils down to one thing.
Harry needs to stitch himself together before everything falls apart.
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Needle and Thread
Fiksi Penggemar"It's a carving!" "I think it must have been left behind by a couple or something. It says H and J forever. How sweet!" The air stills. Jj stops digging. Harry stops breathing. Everything stops. ~ ~ ~ Harry is falling apart at the seams. Jj helps s...
