Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
“We should move her.” The doctor’s voice is faint, yet I can tell he is close by.
“No, she’s asleep. Let her stay with Harry,” Yerza says quietly.
“His internal systems aren’t holding up, Yerza. There’s nothing we can do but wait and see what happens. It’s all up to him now.”
I want to open my eyes and say something, but everything seems so far away and my brain isn’t processing clearly. I’m tired. So tired. The only comfort I have is the feeling of Harry’s body lying by my side. I have no recollection of how I got into the bed next to him, but I am calmed by the thought of my husband sleeping next to me like on any other night. I feel Harry’s hand slip into mine. I’m certain he is still asleep, so how can that be? The thought drifts away and I try to focus on the soft cold touch of Harry’s fingers in my palm. My body is as tired as my mind from hours of waiting and wishing, and I can feel myself slipping away, back into my dreams of the past.
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Forever and Always (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)
أدب الهواة"To tell the truth, just talking aloud soothes me. Maybe it's because telling these stories is like reliving those breathtaking moments. Or maybe because it reassures me that I won't ever forget them. To me, making sure these memories stay alive mea...
