"Why the hell would you ever keep something like that from me?" "because I did something I thought I would never do." he mumbles.
"And what is that?"
"Fall in love with you."
(i swear this isn't one of those cliche stories)
"They still write poems about you, you know?"
He looked at me strangely, "Why?"
I shrugged, "You are a tragedy, people love to dwell on those."
He smiled to himself, "There is nothing tragic about grasping what you want... even if it's only for a moment."
- last night, I dreamed of Icarus laughing
Warning ⚠️ : This story contains swearing, indications of assault, mature content and serious Harry feels.
Read at your own discretion.