Whisper I Can

"Stress continues to peel and scratch at the inside of my mind. Each new part of my life heaves me into a new and worse state of stress. I can't handle much more. My mind whispers I can't do it anymore, and has proof of the thought. Harry..." "Yes?" Obviously anxious to hear more, Harry interrupted. His curls being held back by his hands. "I have to let go of the stress. Or at least some of it. Publicity sucks. I need to let go of you... I'm sorry." I sighed. "But Mercedes, I can help pay for Pam..." Harry whispered, holding my shoulders tight, making his knuckles white. It didn't hurt more than the pain I was already in.