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"Stay," Harry whispers desperately, pressing his lips to Louis' temple like he can somehow ease the pain that's blooming there, but he can't make the pain stop and no matter how hard he tries he can't make Louis stay.
0rigin title; hoping this cold blue water scrubs me clean and spits me out again
I DID NOT WRITE THIS plantasmagoria IS THE SHIT SHE WROTE THIS!!!
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