Tears Dry On Their Own (A Larry Fan Fiction)

Harry brought the last cardboard box to the moving truck. He looked back at the brick townhouse he had come to love for the past year. He blinked away all of the fond memories, trying to suppress any emotions he once had. They didn’t matter anymore. He was starting over once again. Another new town, another new house, more new faces, new people, no heartbreak, and no remorse. Just like it always had been.