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deep breath in,

hold,

deep breath out.

i clench my fist, before raising my
bruised knuckles to tap
on the worn out wooden door.

tap, tap, tap.

take one step back, link fingers,
drop head.

wait.

i wait for the soft sound of socks to
pad over tile, but the sound
never comes.

i furrow my brows, going to knock again.

then the door swings open,
a gust of smoke erupting from
the house.

"harry, what do you want?" he snaps,
crossing his fleece covered legs.

"i-i wanted to check up on you."
i choke out.

he gets me so nervous.

"i'm fine." his orbs roll,
going to shut the door with a sigh,
but i hold it open.

"st-.. vik, why are you doing this?" i dare
to ask, my breath hitching as his
face falls.

he sighs, rubbing his tired face
with his frail hands, his
damaged wrists flashing me a smile.

"you wouldn't understand. i need to leave."
he mumbles, brushing my fingers
off the door, before shutting it.

i sigh, rubbing my tingling hand.

why does he have to do this
to me?