Leave Your Lover.

Leave Your Lover.

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"I don't have much to give you, but I hope it's enough to explain my love for you." Harry whispered in my ear as he put down the flowers next to my hospital bed. He started crying and talking about it should've been him who should be dying, not me. "Harry baby, thank you. I love you so much." The words slipped from my lips as he took my hand into his. Tracing the cuts and scrapes from the windshield. He leaned up and kissed my forehead not being able to smile without being in horrifying pain, I did anyways. My neck in so much pain, I felt a tear roll down my cheeks as I knew I was going to pass out again. The last thing I remember before drifting to sleep was him whispering, "I love you princess."
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