the story of an alternate universe where you're either deemed good or bad at birth and have to live a life where the two don't cross paths. // "W-what are you trying to say, H-Harry?" "I'm trying to say that I hated that shit... I hated it so fucking much. I was wrong, I lied, I'm fucking furious that I had to stand there and watch you kiss someone else." I just know there's no way she felt anger anywhere close to this when she heard of my hookup. I don't think she's physically capable of feeling this. "A-are you-" "So what do you want from me, Josie?" I press turning my flat palm into a fist against the wall as I notice her breathing pick up. "You name it and it's yours... as long as I never have to feel like this again." "I-I, I don't know," she says, sounding helpless as this clearly is a lot of pressure thrown on her. "I-I just want to be able to kiss you and know you're not kissing or s-sleeping with-" I cut her off, not needing her to finish the sentence as all I need is her right now. "Done."