"What are you doing?" He smiled.
She pressed the button on the Polaroid camera one more time and waited for the picture to come in.
"I found this in my closet and so—" she said, turning the picture around to show him the vintage looking picture of Harry looking down with a dimpled smile. "I wanted to try it out."
She scribbled a word on the bottom of the photograph and stood up. She tacked the picture on the bulletin board in the corner of the room.
"Don't put that up there!" He protested.
"It's cute!" She said and stepped back so he could see.
Ethereal.
"My turn," he said, grabbing for the camera. She handed it over to him and sat back down against her bed. Her fingers messed with the pencil Harry used to be holding.
"Connor, move your hair," Harry whispered.
She took her fingers off of the pencil and tucked her wavy hair behind her ear. Some strands strayed away, but that made it better.
"Here," Harry said and placed his fedora upon her head. It was a bit large and fell over her face. She pushed it up and looked at him with her eyes squeezed closed and a large smile. He snapped the picture.
"Perfection, darling!" He exclaimed and waved the photograph around.
"Harry, stop, it probably looks like cow shit," she joked.
"A picture of you? Never." He responded, distractedly scribbling on the picture. He tacked it up right beside the picture of him.
Beauty.
"Now, Harry, you know how much I hate lies," she scolded.
"Connor." He spun around and looked her dead in the eye. "Stop."
"I'm just-"
"Just nothing. You are beautiful and I love you. Stop."
"Okay," she said and smiled. She threw his hat back to him.
He handed her the camera back and she followed him into wherever he was going. He went to the front door and put his coat on.
"Where ya going?" She asked.
"Park, wanna come?"
"Of course," she said and slid on her coat.
They walked for ten minutes until eventually arriving at the empty park. Connor headed straight for the swings whilst Harry laid down in the thin snow.
"Come push me, Haz!" She said, pumping her legs to get higher and higher off the ground.
"No!" He shouted and moved his arms and legs in the snow.
"It's too thin, Harold. Come push me!" She demanded. He heaved himself off the ground and walked over to her.
"Well, babe, you gotta let me grab on," Harry said, reaching for the swing.
"Sorry," she said and dragged her feet through the mulch.
"Are you excited?" She asked while he pushed her.
"For what?"
"Your part—"
"No," he deadpanned.
"Why not?"
"Because, you forced me into seeing people I had never planned on seeing ever again." He pouted.
"I told you, they aren't like that burning image you have of them," she tried.
"Maybe not, maybe so."
"Harry! They do not hate you! They miss you! Be excited!"
"That's a hard thing to do when you're scared," he responded.
She didn't respond, and Harry stayed silent.
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Fanfiction"next time don't wear those damn shorts." I'm trying to make this as real as I possibly can. this will involve what actually goes on in a rape environment and the circumstances of the events--leading up to and following-- so that this community can...
