Cruel Summer // H.S

Cruel Summer // H.S

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Summer 1998, Cressida Jones felt as if she was on top of the world when she was with her Harry. Never felt more free until she got with him, her knight in shining armor. The light at the end of the tunnel. For Harry, she was the only one who kept him in this shitty town filled with people who knew everyone and everything. She saved him more times then she knew, and he only feared dying when it came to her. He couldn't bare the thought of one of them leaving the other, so he didn't. - 5 things she could see; Harry smiling, his lips, the rain, the trees, and a car coming head on from the corner of her eye. 4 things she could hear; An old Elvis Presley song, Harry singing along to it, her voice, the rain hitting her car. 3 things she could feel; the staring wheel, Harry's hand on her thigh, the vibration of the radio. 2 things she could smell; Harry's cologne, the left over picnic food. 1 thing she could taste; Harry's lips. It was all Harry, then it was nothing. (Short story) Started: April 15th 2021
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It's the summer of '94. A large, warm palm moved against your dress before a deep voice barely spoke in your ear. " 'Scuse me." That was all it took. One touch. Two words. One and half if you were technical about it, which you were. You turn your head quickly towards the owner of the voice, and at the same time you feel the same palm graze across your back and land on your hip, moving you gently in whatever direction he needed you to go. You were caught off guard at how close his face was to yours, an inch, possibly two, but closer than he needed to be to get past you. You pull your face back slightly but your eyes remain glued to his as you realize two things at once: one, he has an accent, and two, his left eye was swollen almost shut, but even still he had the most beautiful face you had ever seen.

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