The cop let me see the man who saved my life.
The man, was not a man.
He was my old friend Harry.
I opened my eyes when I felt someone holding my hand.
I looked up at Niall.
I knew it was him, and he was crying.
I smiled and let my eyes close.
Harry looked at me.
He smiled and let his eyes drop.
I watched as his breathing slowed.
I watched as the boy I'd loved for years died.
