"when the last tree is cut down, and the last river is poisoned, man will realise....he can't eat his money."
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"he's saying, "tag, you're it. tag, tag, you're it."."
as louis sat on harry's chest, his knees on either sides of harry's chest with a sharp pointed knife, harry didn't try to fight, just laid there without trying to fight back. he knew his time had to come soon. just like everyone else.
louis raised his hands above his head, not wanting to do to this, but having to, because how would he be free then?
louis plunged his hand down as hard his weak little body can manage. he hears harry's pained cries, both of betrayal and hurt.
harry felt it coming, his end nearing him.
harry brushed his fingertips against louis' arm and whispered,
"you're it."
before his eyes rolled at the back of his head and skin turning pale white as blood left his body through the hole created by a knife still inside his chest by louis himself, leaving a confused and scared little boy behind.
