Never Leave Me

Never Leave Me

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Bad things always seemed to happen to me. Nothing ever went the way I planned; always the unexpected. I didn't trust myself, therefore, I would never let myself fall. Because things that fall, break. No one would catch me, because all people in my life ever did was leave. They would stick around long enough for me to get attached, or care about them, then they would just leave me. People, in general, are selfish. All they care about is themselves, and how it would effect them, and nobody else. Everyone is selfish. Everyone is self indulgent. Even me. Especially me. I kept myself from getting close to people in order to help me. I knew that it would hurt my family when I would pull away out of reflex. It was nothing personal to them. Yet they would still look back at me with hurt in their eyes, and just judge me. They didn't understand why I blocked myself; why I put these walls up. They didn't even bother to try with me. I was a walking disaster, but he didn't seem to care. He didn't even blink an eye when I would pull away from him. He would talk. Man, that boy could talk. But he would also listen, really listen. He heard what I said, understood it, and learned it. He was so smart, and caught on quick, always going with the punches that I swung at him. And he never backed down. He would never leave me.
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@RANDOM28lol contacted me with a story idea where they asked if they could write the poems in the story. I didn't feel like I could write the story they wanted me to but I asked them to send me one of the poems. The poem inspired me. ❤ So I suggested another concept of the story and they agreed. All the poems in the story are written by the talented @RANDOM28lol. Harry has lost his voice. He has been mute for years. Ever since his family was brutally murdered in their home. He suffers from PTSD and survivor's guilt. Thinking that not allowing himself to talk somehow honor the death of his family. It's a lonely life. He has no one to talk to. Doctors and therapists have given up on him. He writes poems as a way to express how he feels. He also writes at work. Running the gossip section of The Sun is something he despises but he's a journalist and he needs a job. No one tries to talk to him at work either. It's his own fault. But he hates how they go silent and then whisper about him as he enters the newsroom in the mornings. He keeps to himself. Until the new sports journalist catches his eye. Beautiful. Blue eyes. Wonderful smile. To his surprise, the man knows sign language and he's also determined to talk to him. Life as he knows it changes. It's scary. Will he be able to actually overcome his trauma? Be something more than a bystander of his own life? Warnings: Trauma, death.

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