June 5, 2020
Gracie's birthday is tomorrow. I've spent a lot of time thinking, and I've decided to give this to her. These thoughts no longer feel like my own. She's managed her way into my brain and I feel like my innermost thoughts are just conversations with her, anyway. I would like her to know these things about me: the good, the bad, and the ugly. I would like her to know me from the beginning: the concerns of my sister. I would like her to know me in the middle: the lies and insecurities. I would like her to know me as she does now: the person who is trying to do right by her.
I don't know if she'll make it this far. I know her so well and I know she'll kick her feet. But when she's ready, she'll read. When she's ready, I suspect something will have changed. I look forward to it. When you make it to this point, remember, I have nothing to offer that isn't already yours.
Therefore and accordingly,
Yours,
Harry
YOU ARE READING
yours {h.s.} | {b1.5}
Fanfiction[companion to medicine] ☤☤☤ compilation of some of harry's journal entries from intern year.
