"maryah, please talk to me." harry begs. "we've been sitting here for hours and you haven't said a word."
he's not wrong, we've been sitting here since i got back and he's been trying to get me to explain what happened to me while i was gone.
"it's okay." i shake my head. "in a little bit of time it won't hurt so bad."
"i get that i don't get it." he shakes his head. "but if you get it off of your chest then you won't regret it." tears fill his eyes as if he's as hurt as i am.
honestly, i don't know if i'm hurt or not. i know that i should be, but i'm just numb.
"harry... you're not going to believe a word i say." i shake my head. "what's the point in just drowning another day?"
"i get that i don't get it." he repeats himself. "but if you tell me how you're feeling then i can help." he places his hands onto mine.
"i don't feel okay at all." i whisper. "i don't want to be alive anymore."
"there will be a day when you can say you're okay and mean it..." he begins to cry. "i promise."
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talking to the moon//h.s.
Fanfictionwhen you turn eighteen you can talk to your soulmate. what happens to maryah when her soulmate happens to be harry styles? ••• based off of my pov on tik tok !! ••• undercase intended<3
