Saving the Sinner // h.s.
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"I'm bad Katherine." He said as he looked down and traced one of his tattoos with his index finger.
"No you're not, Harry. Why do you keep telling yourself that?" I bit my bottom lip nervously, quickly folding my arms to hide the shakiness of my hands.
"Because I am! I don't want you. I don't need you."
My lips slowly parted after the words left his mouth. I didn't know what to do. All my emotions were building up inside of me, I felt like they were going to pour out if I looked him in the eyes. I kept my gaze on the ground and shut my eyes slowly before opening them again.
Harry doesn't deserve this. I wish I would have walked away the day I agreed to this plan.
Everyone and everything he has known has been a lie. And I was the one keeping it from him.
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