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vii

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i follow him.

i follow him down the hall,
right into our art class.

we were both taking a minor
in sketching.

"star." i call out,
but the boy with sunken cheeks
doesn't turn around.

i lean against the wall, sliding down slowly.

my hands cradle my face
as the sadness washes over me.

"harry? you alright?" the familiar
voice speaks, causing
me to weakly look up, my blue
eyes meeting with his hazy blue-green
ones.

"no, not at all." i murmur,
so he sighs, sliding down the wall next to me.

"what's happened now?" he whispers,
his hand snaking its way into mine.

"he is scared of me." i sigh, looking at
our hands, and i can't help but
feel a pit brew in my stomach.

"he'll come around. until then,
how about we go back to mine?
do the usual?" he offers.

i look towards him, a sad
smile musing my lips.

"sounds ok."