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Ongoing, First published Sep 09, 2013
"Well, prevention is better than cure." I said, fixing my eyes on his.
"But you can never really prevent things, Patel Ashlie. Things like dying or failing or falling inlove." He looked at with those damn brown eyes of his.
"They're inevitable. So please don't tell me that prevention is better than cure because when humans can't avoid those things the only thing we need to help us from the downfall is a cure." 
I couldn't help it by then. I just kissed him. I kissed him. I didn't care about what his reaction might be after or what Harry would feel about it. It's like the whole world stopped and then continued when I removed my lips from his to gasp for air.
"Pa-Patel. Wha-" he stuttered and I couldn't help but smile. He remained speechless as I looked around and my eye caught something.
It was Harry. 
Oh no. What have I done?
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