The girl with the grey eyes
Hides behind her disguise
It's not Loor. Loor is dead. It's not Loor. I'm loosing it.
"You're loosing it Harold."
I look toward the girl I assume is Loor. It's 4 am, I'm back in the woods. The only time I left was to go to a liquor store to buy a pack of beer.
That pack of beer is gone now.
I sigh. "Is this one of your sick jokes Loor because this isn't fucking funny."
I twirl a bottle cap in my fingers, distracting myself from the idea that she could actually be in front of me. "Why are you doing this to me."
A frown appears on her beautiful face. "Doing what?"
"C'mon Loor, it has been one bloody hell of a week and now your just going to show up? I'm trying to get over you being dead! I'm trying to move on! Why can't you?."
Loor's P.O.V
"You are one insensitive son of a bitch. I don't fucking know why I am here or why you can see me. I was watching my own funeral and I saw you come crying into the woods so I followed."
He picks up an empty beer bottle and tries to drink the remainder of the drops.
"Put the bloody bottle down Harold." I sigh.
"Oh shut the fuck up. Leave me be."
Maybe he is right, he's trying to get over me, he can't do that if I'm around.
"You're right Harry, I'm goin to leave now. Goodbye love." I bend down and kiss his forehead.
He looks up at me with a confused expression in his eyes start to get blury. I can feel his heart start to race and his panic start to kick in.
"No don't leave please, I'm sorry, I'm stupid. I didn't mean what I said. I'm sorry Loor." He sobs
This kills me.
I never understood why Edward had to leave Bella in New Moon, but now I get it, as cliche as it sounds.
"Bye Harry." I whisper, as fade into the dull grey of the early morning.
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FanfictionThe London Institute Home of the young girls with anorexia, bulimia, anxiety, and schizophrenia. Also a pair of emerald green eyes that belong to a boy named Harold. AN// I am writing this book, not to make fun of mental disorders but to show how...
