Breaking
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"Maybe you should go." I stutter while gazing at the ground. This curly haired boy with the green emerald eyes has done it once again, he has ruined me.
"Violet..." His voice takes over my entire being and numbness fills the air. I feel the warm tear run down my face as I tremble in place, "I'm so sorry..."
I shut my eyes as the world spins around me. "Why me, Harry, why me?"
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