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LOUIS

I wait for Harry to answer while keeping my hands from shaking too much.

„Yeah, I do. I want to kill myself."

„Me too."

Silence.

„Really?"

„Yeah."

Again silence so I carefully take the last step forward so I stand right next to Harry.

Neither of us speaks until I clear my throat and look down onto the cold, blue water infront of us.

„I want to free myself."

„Me too."

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