You're So Golden |H.S|
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  • Reads 56,731
  • Votes 2,614
  • Parts 92
  • Time 25h 8m
Complete, First published May 04, 2020
Mature
Golden, guns, and greedy glorification. 

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"We both needed to weather the bad in order to grow; Kind of like a sunflower" he says quietly under his breath, looking over in my direction. 

I smile at his example, while we both stop and stare at the little sunflower which is being drawn to the sun behind us. 

That's when I realized I had been the sunflower. 

Feeling hopeless and broken trying to survive an endless amount of pouring rain. Trying to grow on my own until one day I wiped away my tears, and was finally able to see the sunshine that had unexpectedly creeped in, and helped me grow into who I am right here right now at this moment in time. 

The sun, which was always there hidden behind the dark gloomy rain clouds, finally broke through, causing the sunflower to follow wherever the sun had went. 

Although I never knew Harry was there, hiding behind the clouds, when he finally walked into my life, causing the sunshine to creep in, I had finally realized he was there to take me back to the light.  

When I had thought to myself the only person who could ever bring me back to that light had been taken from my life forever. 

"Yeah, kind of like sunflowers"

***

Story started May 2020 - December 2020
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