Meant to be [HAYLOR]
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  • Reads 35,022
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  • Parts 71
  • Time 9h 39m
Ongoing, First published Apr 28, 2017
Mature
"There is nothing wrong in begging for forgiveness from the person you truly love. How do you know it's true love? Here it is: would you be ready to accept death a hundred times, just to see your lover's face for one last time? If your answer is yes, Harry, that relationship is meant to be.  You really have to get her back into your life." Anne said, hoping this would help Harry choose. 

Would you be ready to accept death a hundred times, just to see your lover's face for one last time?

Anne's words repeated in Harry's head a million times. He kept seeing Taylor, and her pretty face, and all the beautiful memories they once shared. Taylor is the one. There was never any doubt about that. 

The answer to his mother's question is a million times yes. If he ever dies, and he doesn't get to see Taylor, he would beg god to let him see Taylor for one last time, in exchange of dying for a hundred more times. 

Why would he do that? 
Because they are meant to be.
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