D A Y 12
I was wrong. I was so so so wrong.
I'm nowhere close to getting to him. I think I'm going to give up.
I literally can't even seem to breathe without him, my heart feels as if its pulling at me to go to him.
But at the NotreDame, I realized that I needed him more than he needed me.
He wasn't going to stop moving. He wasn't going to come back.
And just glimpses of him weren't enough.
And at the Notre dame , an old lady gave me a ticket. An expired one.
With words on the back.
Luv u. Nt dn. Nt yt
Love you, not done. Not yet.
He as playing with me. And I didn't like it, buy I loved him., and I'd jump off a cliff for him.
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50 Days // Narry AU
FanfictionFifty days of traveling and fifty days of Harry writing in the small journal. 'I think I have found him, without physically finding him. I know I have, because I find these little things. Things only he would do, and...
