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There's all those places we used to go,
And I suspect you already know.
But that place on memory lane you liked still looks the same,
But something about it's changed.
- "Fireside", Arctic Monkeys
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HARRY POV
Do you know how it feels to look at someone and feel your whole world spin?
Not like spin on a roller coaster, because that feeling is breathtaking, exhilarating. It was more like spinning on one of those rides where you're trapped against the wall and the room is turning and turning faster and faster, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it.
The man slowly sank across from me, and the police lady left us alone.
We said nothing.
You could cut the silence with a knife.
I think Ali was trying to hold my hand under the table, but I couldn't feel anything below the neck. I could hear a hollow clomping noise - I realized later it was the sound of my teeth chattering.
He was the first one to speak.
"Look at you," he said softly. "My boy." His voice was so weak. His voice wasn't the same deep, warm croon that I was so used to long ago, but it was cracking and thin like paper. Thin like his body.
"It can't be you," I breathed.
The man's eyes flashed.
"God, this can't be you." I leaned my head in my hands, feeling my brain throb against my forehead, pulsing.
"Harry," the man whispered. "It is me. It's your dad."
"What happened to you?" I gasped, trying to keep my voice steady. I felt like any second I was going to honestly snap in two.
He lowered his eyes to the table. "This place happened."
I said nothing.
"Prison isn't the way it looks on TV," he said, clearing his throat. "TV prison is like a Sunday walk in the park compared to this."
I took a deep, trembling breath. "So...how are you?"
The man - my father? - looked up at me with a small smile on his thin lips. "I'm living. What about you? Tell me, Harry, what grade are you in now? What's going on?"
I took another deep, audible breath, turning to look in my girlfriend's pained, beautiful eyes. She was fighting tears, and if I looked at her any longer I would've lost it.
X X X X X X
ALI POV
Harry's irises were flashing. The deep green was gone, replaced with flat, solid black. His jaw was held stiffly, and he was trying not to show any more emotion.
My eyes drifted to the man across from us, and the father that Harry had known, in the picture I had seen, was completely gone.
His face was so much skinnier, as if someone had taken a giant suction cup and sucked the life and joy right out of him. His hands were bony, and his flesh was whiter than the old shirt he had on his body.
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