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"What are you doing way out here, Harold? Everyone is looking for you." I didn't look at him.
"Harry?" I ignored him.
"Harry, talk to me? Please?" I finally looked up at him with tear stained cheeks and red eyes.
"Harry, why are you crying?" Genuine concern spread over his face but I found myself disgusted with him. Him and myself. I disgusted myself. I was disgusted with what he made me go through.
"You did this to me." That was all I could say without breaking down in front of him.
"What do you mean, Harry?"