The Little Speaker

The Little Speaker

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(Friday Night Funk'n Whitty and Teen! Reader, artworks used don't belong to me except the story) | Note that I don't do any romantic relationships between characters (including you) unless it's legit, for example: Keith (bf) and Sherrie (gf). Deal with the story since your reading this because your tired of all those lovey dovey bleh or just plain bored or something. I only do wholesome stuff and fluff. | As someone with a poor sense of direction, having your friends hold you by the hand and lead you to where you need to go is something your used to. But this time, your determined to be independent, so what do you do? Get lost. Literally. And eventually you meet a man with a bomb for a head, who ends up helping you get home.
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My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill of terror to it and my eyes were filling with tears; tears of pain, frustration and sheer horror. Harry moved his gaze from our slipping fingers to my eyes. "It's okay, Ethan. Let go. You can't save me; not this time." I hated how calm his tone was. I hated how defeated he sounded. He had never given up - we always held hope for one another! We never gave up. "Don't you say that to me! Don't you fucking say that to me!" I roared, a small sob escaping my lips. Harry just smiled sadly, his muscular, beautiful body swaying in the harsh wind. The fall was so big; he would surely die of a heart attack before he hit the ground. I prayed to God he would. No. I was breaking my own rule; I would not give up on him. Either both of us lived or neither of us would. My life would be over the second his ended, anyway.

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