If You & Me Were Together

If You & Me Were Together

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13th of sept. wasn't an ordinary day, but the most special one. His birthday usually started with some unwanted annoying Mid-Night wishes, where people compete to be first one. In the evening the house filled with some unknown guest to celebrate an over-Budget party. My boyfriend is happy, so was I. But my eyes found Harry standing alone like an ordinary person,outside at the balcony. when I came closer, and stand next to him, He shouted "just go from here winty" " You know Hatred can't erase Hatred only love can. You just need a hand, that can pull you from darkness into light. So just try to find that one and than your life became valuable on which you gave up Harry." as I finished saying, He kept on looking at me silently. I held his hand not in a ordinary way and was last in his arms. at least I can say that.
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My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill of terror to it and my eyes were filling with tears; tears of pain, frustration and sheer horror. Harry moved his gaze from our slipping fingers to my eyes. "It's okay, Ethan. Let go. You can't save me; not this time." I hated how calm his tone was. I hated how defeated he sounded. He had never given up - we always held hope for one another! We never gave up. "Don't you say that to me! Don't you fucking say that to me!" I roared, a small sob escaping my lips. Harry just smiled sadly, his muscular, beautiful body swaying in the harsh wind. The fall was so big; he would surely die of a heart attack before he hit the ground. I prayed to God he would. No. I was breaking my own rule; I would not give up on him. Either both of us lived or neither of us would. My life would be over the second his ended, anyway.

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