The Secret Between Us - Prt.2

The Secret Between Us - Prt.2

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"Please don't hurt yourself, if something is bothering you, tell me. I can help." Draco shook his head in response, for he didn't want to say something he might regret later. Harry placed his hands near Draco's temple and brought him down to plant a light kiss on his forehead. "I love you, and I hate to see you this way, whatever it is that made you do this-" he pointed at his lover's injured arm. "We can face it together, we're a team, always have been, always will be." "Always," Draco muttered. __________________________________________ *COVER IS NOT MINE* *ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO J.K. ROWLING. I'M SIMPLY WRITING THIS OUT OF ENTERTAINMENT*
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"In it's purest form, even time envied love I suppose. Because it was eternal, it didn't have a beginning or an end or anything in between. It just was. It just was, in the same sense that the moon was always inescapably in love with the sun. They were always too far apart to meet, but as the moon set and the sun began to peak over the horizon, and they saw each other for the briefest of fleeting moments, that- that is what love is. And still, all the moon ever got to see was the morning glow from the edges of it's beloved sun, before it's eyes closed and it had to sleep all over again, until it could catch a glimpse of the setting rays that reflected against it's own solitary purity. That's what love was. Never knowing, not quite seeing, but always feeling. Love always felt, always conquered, always was. And this love always was. Always was written in the stars, always was planned by the universe, always was going to break my heart and fix it back up again. Because the stars forbade anything else."

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