Barely Touching the Ground || Larry Stylinson

"And words hurt. They make you bleed because they bleed themselves. Because the verb became flesh and lived among us and words incarnated, embodying the same pain we loaded them with. Because Louis spoke just like he bled and bled like what he spoke. And, when speaking about himself, he showed no mercy."

Harry didn't know it would cost him life as he had known it until then. And, at first, he thought about it in a more shallow way. In the way drugs come to you to fuck everything up or in the way you go to drugs because everything around you is fucked up, as well.

But there was someone else there, at the place where lost souls go to try and redeem themselves, to rehabilitate and reinsert into a society that doesn't want them. Someone whose words hurt when they gave a voice to Harry's thoughts. Who could help dissipate the cloudy veil Harry had purposefully pulled over his eyes.

But who needed his feet to feel the ground once again.

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