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by litterboxlarry

by litterboxlarry

HARRY'S P.O.V

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She was in my arms crying for hours, and hours.

I don't even know what's wrong.

She just now fell asleep, and now I'm watching her sleep in my arms.

Man, my arms are tired, but to be honest, right now, I don't actually mind.

I've been sitting here, awake for, well I'm not certain how long.

Eventually, I rested my head against a cabinate and fell asleep for a bit.

But she woke me again.

"Harry!" She cried looking up at me.

"Hm?"

She scooted closer to me, turned around, laid back down on me and got real close to my ear, and whispered so quietly, I just barely heard her.

"H-he's dead..." I felt a few tears drop on my shoulder.

"Who?" I hope she means David.

"My dad." She started to cry again.

"Shh, it's okay." I began to rock her.

And she later fell back to sleep.

Luckily tomorrow was sunday, and we didn't have to wake up for school.

And then I fell back to sleep, and I dreamed of Christy in my arms.

Because it felt like this was a dream, that I was currently living.

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- litterboxlarry