The Living Room

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She's better now, she doesn't cry anymore but she sits in silence. We both sit in silence, next to each other and do nothing. I can hear her breathing softly and sometimes letting out a heavy sigh.

I feel a hand on mine, she holds me. And I look at her and our eyes meet. She smiles at me, a very sad smile. It's funny when someone can smile sadly at the same time. It's too contradicting.

"Thank you for today." She said
"You don't have to say thank you." I replied, smiling back at her.

She then moves closer to me and leans her head on my shoulder. We stay like that for a couple of minutes until a feel her hand on my jawline. Making me turn to face her.

She kisses my lips. So soft and gentle. Oh how I wish the time stops so I can capture this moment and frame it in my mind. The softness of her lips, and the taste of it. I want to capture all of it.

She breaks the kiss and I feel a sudden emptiness in my heart. Like something has been torn apart from me.

"Harry." She looks at me in the eyes, "I think I love you."

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