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I know he told me not to look but i want to.

standing on the other side of the glass i watch as they set harry down on the metal table. the tears have stopped flowing from his eyes but i can tell by his face that he's just as hurt as me. they tie him to the table, he doesn't move an inch.

covering my mouth i try not to sob loudly. a doctor walks in the room with a syringe in his hand. i place one hand on the glass wanting to break it and help him escape.

it felt like just yesterday he kidnapped me and my whole life changed. all those times he told me he loved me, when he called me "babe" or the first time he kissed me.

looking back up at the glass. the doctor comes close to harry prepared to inject him. he looks away from his arm and stares directly at the glass. even though he can't see me i know he can. he knew that i would come to see him either way. his hand comes up almost as if touching my hand.

looking away i see his eyes starting to become droopy. falling to the ground, i sob in my hands not wanting to see his lifeless body.

"he's dead." the doctor confirms, walking off in the distance.

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