harry
i still can't believe you're gone. i keep expecting to see a dozen missed calls from you every morning because you misplaced something stupid.
i used to sigh when i would saw twenty texts from you because you packed a toty. but i would give anything to see even one 'hi' from you.
to see your name on my notifications page. one last time.
my last text to you was 'harry stop calling me'. i cant imagine how that must have made you feel. it's my fault you're not here. you should be here. it should be me dead.
ethan
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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.
