"Talk to me. Please please" Harry pleads as he reaches his hand out to grab hers.
She slowly remove her hand from his tight grip. "Stop" she begs.
"Please don't shut me out, please"
"You will be afraid of me"
"Damn it! Will you just stop saying that?! I don't get you" Harry cries.
She flinches when Harry throws the lamp hard.
"You don't get me Harry because you don't know what I am." She simply states and tries to plaster a small smile in her face.
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