𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 I I 𝙃.𝙎.
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Ongoing, First published Sep 20, 2020
𝙎𝙇𝙀𝙀𝙋𝙇𝙀𝙎𝙎

*𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘎𝘎𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚: 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭/𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮, 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯*


"You can't leave," She mumbled into his shirt, the tears that had ceased only moments ago making their way back. "Please don't leave, at least not tonight."

"I won't. I won't leave, Ave." He leaned back from the hug slightly, trying to give her a small, hopeful smile. He knew it didn't reach his eyes, and she did too. She couldn't blame him for it. 

"I'm so scared."

"What are you scared of?"

"I don't want this to happen again. I don't want to be like that again." Nothing Harry could say felt right.  He couldn't stomach telling her that this wouldn't happen again when he wasn't so sure of it himself. "Then you call me, okay? And we'll fix it. We'll make it better."


𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑- 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.
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