" We can't change the past, but there's a difference between moving on and letting go."
~Harley Quinn~
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𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝙿𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚡 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚜�...
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𝐒𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨 2014
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Harper had met the young boy with a bright smile and attitude at a record store he used to work at. Jericho Wilson, the boy that changed their lives.
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The door swung open as the chime from overhead signalled her entry. Music blared through the speakers as every type of records imaginable was displayed on the shelves. Harper smiled as the familiar layout of the store accompanied by the gentle voice fluttering through the speakers surrounding the little yet personal shop, filled her ears. Whenever she needed a break from the Tower or the fact she just needed alone time, Harper's go to place was this very store. Her passion for the arts, both music and drawing, had her paying a visit to the building covered with artists from every decade. It was her muse, amongst other things as well.
Her hands traced over an album of the Beatles as she carefully held it in her hands, mindful as to not damage the precious record. A smile never dimmed of her lips as she raked her eyes over the other album covers.
Harper pivoted, startled as she felt a tap on her shoulder. A gasp tumbled from her lips as the Beatles album slipped from her hands but the boy was quick, he swooped in and saved the album, sending her a sheepish smile in return.
Harper smiled gratefully at him. He was young, a few years younger than her infact. His face shined with innocence and he looked so carefree. Headphones were wrapped around his neck and a beanie rested over his mop of black curls. His olive skin glimmered and Harper couldn't help but smile at his child like radiance.
