All Too Well (H.S)

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Your kiss, my cheek

I watched you leave

Your smile, my ghost

I fell to my knees

When you're young, you just run

But you come back to what you need

This love is good

This love is bad

This love is alive back from the dead, oh, oh, oh

These hands had to let it go free, and

This love came back to me, oh, oh, oh

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"Momma." Phoebe's whispers wake me up out of my sleep. "Momma?"

My mind feels foggy as I try to wake myself up out of my sleepy haze.

When I open up my eyes I see Phoebe laying across my body, her wild bed head and her sleepy rosy cheeks are my favorite sight to see every morning.

"Momma!" She groans out. "Can you just wake up already?"

"Hmm. What's wrong, baby?" I manage to rasp out in response.

"I miss you." She plops her head down on me. "And Daddy's not here."

I will never get sick of hearing her call him that.

It takes me a few seconds to process what she said, and who I even am.

I sit up slowly, blinking away the brightness from the sun.

"Where'd he go?" I say.

She doesn't say anything, she just shrugs.

It's quiet, I don't hear him humming along to music while he makes breakfast like I usually wake up to.

"Let's go look." I pinch at her chin, a gesture I've picked up from Harry.

She takes my hand and we make our way down the stairs.

As I walk into the kitchen, I notice a freshly made bouquet of daisies and yellow tulips sitting on the island.

"Oh so pretty!" Phoebe hops up onto the chair to look closely.

Her hand grabs a letter attached to one of the leaves.