❝It's 12:26 am and I'd like to scream at you and tell you that I miss you but instead I just closed my eyes and whispered "you're a fool for letting me go.❞
[sequel to lost memories] [warnings: sexual content]
How are you feeling, Harry?", I spoke softly.
"Good how bout you?", he whispered and I could see he was lying.
Triggerwarning: Depression, self-harm, suicide attempt
Contains non detailed Age regression as trauma coping