Prolouge.

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Everything- Every Mother Fucking thing has just struck to swiftly like lightning. It fucking ran over me like a swift race car and I was the finish line.

I love him- I do- that's what I think- cause I never thought leaving him was a regret.

I think I did loved him.

He was a precious thing I could've imagined. I could've imagined him in my life with me.

I am so fucking heartless I left him like a piece of dust.

Harry's lips just swiveled and it was just tragic.

I broke his heart, I did.

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