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⭒ January 28, 1997.

Harry worked in a cinema.

Bliss knew that something was happening when she realized he was making her laugh, and that she didn't felt bad, much less forced to go out when he told her to go to the movies to hang out together.

So many memories flashed through her brain like a freshly captured photograph of when he gave her popcorn and made her wait for him to finish his shift and thus the two would go to eat at some fast food place and talk about trivial topics that ended in conspiracy theories in why the Queen Isabel is an alien.

Or when Harry was told to have to clean the rooms after a show and Bliss "helped" him, as the two ended up in a chase in the seats, where there were several occasions when either of them fell down the stairs.

And god, she felt so damn good.

Harry appeared to be an injection of epinephrine, serotonin, dopamine, any hormone that improves happiness in Bliss' brain and heart. He could become anything, it could go from being that feeling to when you eat your favorite food, where you hum with happiness and do some type of dance that is kinda silly but totally real, or it could also be some electroshock machines that made you remember what it was like to have a heartbeat, and made your cardiac organ pump blood again.

He was a fucking transformer.

And Bliss liked that.