It's been a week since Harry and I laid on the hill together. My mom took me back in. She explained to me that she had a miscarriage and that she was just really upset.
I don't know why she took it out on me.
Harry and I haven't talked in a while. It feels like ages but I know it's only been a few days. Our schedules are so different it's sort of impossible to even think about each other sometimes.
Today at school on of the girls asked me how he was doing;
"He's okay."
"Does he act the same?"
"He's pretty sad that he's going to die soon but other than that, yeah."
"Is it hard to look at him without any hair?"
When she asked me this I didn't know what to think of her. If she's ignorant or stupid. I'm not sure.
"No, he's beautiful no matter what." I said and broke eye contact with her.
"What are you going to do when he dies?"
I chuckled, "I don't like to think about it."
Sometimes I laugh stuff off.
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Me: how are you
Harry: almost great
Me: thats fantastic babe
Me: I haven't seen you in such a long time I think I forgot what you look like
Harry: imagine me
Harry: but without hair and really pale and really sad
Me: Harry stop thinking about how sad you are
Harry: sometimes when you're not around I just wish my time was up
Harry: but then I remember why I'm fighting through
Me: I'm blushing right now you just can't see it
Me: can we see each other soon????? Please????
Harry: tomorrow? At the hospital? At around 7:00?
Me: okay
Harry: I'll just be getting done there and then we can go to my house and have sec a little bit
Me: sec a little bit?
Harry: sex*
Me: alright alright
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