Malady
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My fingertips line up to his. As they dance around in unison. They're large. But... Graceful. I try to focus on his touch but I can only feel the stinging tear stains on my cheeks and the snot running from my nose.
"It's okay you know" he says unevenly.
"It really is."
I harshly laugh. "Ok?" I start, " The only think okay about thi-" he cuts me off.
"Stop"
By then I start sobbing again. "Why?!" I screem. "Why did you have to leave me Harry?" I sob into his chest, our hands tightly shut together now. I look up at him. Into his beautiful emerald eyes. He is pained. I see tears forming... Slowly.
"It's not that simple angel, you know that" he says slowly. I nod. "You nod as if symbolizing you understand. If you understand , as you say you do, then why? Why do u ceep begging me? You know I have no controle. Not anymore. So please. Seeing you like this... Is pain. Pure malady. So please, please just.... Stop"
I can only nod once again in response. Nothing can cure me, nothing can fix me.
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