Summertime. A time to make memories. A time to let go. But for Harry, there is no letting go. The demons haunt his dreams, and lurk his nightmares. They leave him scared, alone, and lost. And all he wants is just to be found.
"Time is now abstract, but not of the essence. Any and all meaning it once held has been destroyed, leaving Harry unsure of whether weeks have passed or months. Time seems never ending now, no one to talk to, nothing to do, no motivation for either even if they were options. "
Sometimes, we try to save people. Sometimes, people try to save us. And sometimes, we fail.