TWENTY-THREE

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HARRY

„And you were the first person that told me I am beautiful."

„Really?"

„Yeah."

It's silent for the next two minutes and Louis and I look at the cold, blue water right infront of our eyes and I carefully touch it with one of my fingers.

„It's very cold."

„Yeah."

I watch the moonlight and the lights of the Tower Bridge reflect in the water while I close my eyes to collect my thoughts once again.

Do I really want to die like this?

Do I really want to die now?

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