Harry's POV
"What?" I asked, sitting up in the hospital bed. One of the machines started beeping as I had pulled something. Juliet quickly got up, reaching over me. She fixed whatever it was. I turned back to her, suddenly noticing how close we were. I leaned in for a kiss, positive she couldn't resist that.
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Letters to Juliet - Process of Editing
PoetryCollection of poems written in grief, with a tale of how a couple torn apart by fear can find their way back to each other. All poems are mine! © brokenflowerss
