The fact that this is all my fault kills me inside.
Why did this have to happen to me?
And him.
The apology comes from deep within my heart, to him.
I yell out to his sleeping body, hoping for a reply.
I don't receive a reply.
I love him. I always will.
I imagine I was in his place. This causes agony to overcome me.
Come back to me. You don't have to leave. I love you.
I love you, Harry.
