The cold space beside him woke him up from his sleep.
He used to it now. Every single day, every single hour, minutes and seconds without him.
Every moment, he forced himself not to think about him but he couldn't do it. His beautiful smile, his beautiful smile, his gorgeous face, the shine in her eyes, his energy, he could feel it.
He kept thinking, was it his fault now that he's gone? Was it his fault for not being there when he needed him? Was it his fault, that now the love of his life has left him alone?
The guilt was eating him alive.
If,
Just if,
He can have the last chance,
To turn back time,
Maybe,
Just maybe,
He could change everything.
But then he knew,
No matter what,
He could never bring him back to life.
His Harry will never come back.
