"But harry I love you" I whisper.
His face is fading.
"You don't always get what your heart desires grace. There are two tragedies in life one is to lose your heart's desire and one is to gain it. If our love is real we will meet again" Harry whisper but his face is fading and I try to call him but he disappears. I can't see his face anymore.
"Harry!"
I don't want to lose him.
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Lovers ripped at a young age finding each other in the place they both call home. They can finally start their fairy-tale.
However, their love is almost ripped from them again.
Because that's the thing about pain. It demands to be felt.