**Mature content** A story in which two long lost lovers reunite and try to navigate through the secrets and turmoils that hold them back. ... "I don't want you, Harry! How many times are you going to make me say it?" I abruptly yell. As if on cue, a dramatic tear rolls down my cheek, only I'm not the one to catch it - Harry is. He quickly reaches out, cupping my cheek in his hand and using his thumb to rid of the tear. "I don't believe you," he tells me quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I wish you would," I admit pathetically. Harry looks at me with a sympathetic expression. He doesn't seem as hurt right now as he does confused. "Why are you lying?" he asks me. Another tear falls out and Harry catches it with his other hand this time, effectively holding my face in both of his hands. I avert my eyes, feeling myself slowly begin to breakdown from the intense stare he has. He's trying to read me me right now. He's always been able to and I can tell he's desperate to know what I'm feeling. "I'm trying to protect you," I blurt out the truth like word vomit. "You can't want me."