"We paint white roses red, each shade from a different person's head.
This dream, dream is a killer. Getting drunk with the blue caterpillar. " -Mad Hatter
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H A R R Y
I have to break it to her even if I would feel really bad.
"Uhm... Havent you heard?" I awkwardly asked.
She just smiled sweetly and even said a small joke.
"Well I couldnt hear clearly my dear, I would need a hearing aid for that matter." She joked making me laugh a bit.
"R-Right. Well my mum she... Mum has cancer." I blurted out suddenly.
Her smile faded and her eyebrows furrowed a bit.
Damn Harry. Look what you did.
"Oh. I'm really really sorry about that dear. Cancer is a very serious sickness, I can tell." She said slowly and patted my hand.
"I know. I will visit them though today, to see how theyre both doing." I smiled trying to at least remove the slight frown on her face.
She nodded and said,
"Please say that I wish them goodluck."
I smiled at her thought and said I would tell them that.
I hope I can without breaking down.
Mainly beacause I am sensitive ever since I was a little bloke.
They said I was a crybaby.
(a/n: #songreference MELANIE ♡)
But I couldnt blame them even if I wanted so badly.
I pushed the thoughts away and stood up after giving Aunt Bessie a tight hug and a goodbye.
Hard to say goodbyes aint they?
Trust me, I would know.
I walked out of the bakery and went to walk to my car when suddenly...
I bumped into someone.
Great just great. Clumsy old Harry is making a comeback.
"Fxck I'm so sorry I was kinda rushing." The girl said holding her spilled coffee.
Well I should say that she is lucky the coffee didnt spill o- wait. Why does she look familiar to me?
"N-no. Its probably because I wasnt looking where I was going. I'm such a clutz. Sorry." I apologized.
She looked up and my, its her. Its Elle.
But wait. It couldnt be her. She left... for France.
I'm sure its just my eyes or something.
Not.
"Wha- Harry? What are you doing here?" She asked.
And that was actually the answer to wether or not she was Elle.
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Fanfic"The rumors, are terrible and cruel. But honey, most of them are true." -New Romantics -- I nervously walked to her cell and introduced myself. "Hello. I'm Harry. Your new psychologist." I held my clipboard tightly. As she was chained to a chair. Sh...
