harry
i went to your flat yesterday. it's still the same, even though it's been three weeks since you past.
it still smells like you. your clothes everywhere, desk a mess. but that's what makes it you.
i'm sorry for not being there for you. for not checking up.
i cant help but feel like if i had, you would still be here today, throwing your chair across your room.
i miss you harry. i keep telling myself that you're in a better place now, but i just want to be with you.
simon
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broken | harry lewis
Fanfictionthe story of a boy. who felt himself slowly breaking until the end. the end that left six boys deeply saddened. the end that left six boys broken.
