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; ello i am a stalker ooogle boogle 
            okay lorie hands do work a ha ha

@foresiight i - are you drunk? i mean i hope not, but i wouldn’t want you to hate me more than you already do 

@goblinisms always free for the bros. do we just do this in public or go somewhere private?

@spoodersense finally- does it cost ? how about a favour between friends 

@northernlotus / PLS <3333

@meglomaniacs / hi baby girl 

looking into his eyes after not seeing him for so long almost brought her to tears. she loved him, of course she did, but she loved the person he was before his father’s manipulation and lies...not the person his father had turned him into the night they broke up. she had never heard harry speak with such...VENOM about peter, his own best friend and defend the man that never accepted him, she had also never heard harry bring her down for her deadbeat dad. she left him because she deserved better  ;  he needed help, he needed to learn about the things his father was doing on his own because he clearly wouldn’t trust lorie’s or peter’s words. looking back, she wondered whether leaving him on his own was a good idea overall. should she have stayed and fought? could she have done anything to prevent him from being influenced by his father? she saw him before her now, a boy she didn’t know — eyes she used to gaze at for hours now HOLLOW of emotion, his posture rigid, his hands cold...did he ever have another hand to hold when she left? to keep his warm? to leave gentle kisses? did he have anyone else cradled in his arms to help him sleep at night?
            
            DID HE STILL CARE?
            
            her mind wandered back to the present, to him. she stepped forward, almost regretting it, before both of her hands found his free one and she held it, close to her chest and looked into his eyes. “ yes, this is what i want. it’s what needs to happen. for me, for you, for us...” she said, trying to mask the pain in her voice, her heart pounding against her chest as she stood so close to him. when was the last time they were ever this close to each other? the last time she could see all of his beautiful features, from the color of his eyes to the dimples on his cheeks? “ i - i wish things were like before...before...you know. ”

@foresiight 
            
            no. That didn’t just happen. He stated shell-shocked at the girl who’d caused him to drink away so many nights in oblivion and suddenly it was like she wasn’t even there anymore. She’s blurred from his mind, as if she was never there. That necklace. That damn necklace. He had assured himself just weeks ago she’ll never be done with him because of it, she’ll remember him. He’ll always mean something to her. Now, as she held out the box towards him, he’s frozen. The Lorie he envisioned giggling and kissing him with the most love he’s ever felt flashed through his mind as though it was in the /past/. Was he supposed to just let it all go? 
            
            One look at her face said yes. He was no longer a source of happiness and love for her— was he ever? He can’t remember. He feels his eyes burning but it is washed away with the hollowness in his chest. A little to the left. That’s where the heart is, right? Or was. 
            
            Without a word, he took the box. Making the most direct eye contact he’d made with her in weeks. He didn’t want her to move on. He selfishly wanted to cause her pain everyday as she saw the necklace. But he couldn’t.
            
            “Is this really what you want, lor?” He asked softly, his voice cracking almost unnoticeably. Willing it not to be true, silent, and hidden away in his tormented mind. 
            
            He knew it was. After all, /his/ favourite colour had stubbornly remained the same. 

the memory of him giving her the necklace played in her head like an old movie, she remembered it being the damn cutest thing in the world. a few months before they broke up, they were strolling through manhattan ( which wasn’t very common for lorie to visit since she could never afford to live or buy anything from there ) for an adventure when something caught her eye at the jewelry shop window they were passing by  : the display held a simple white gold necklace with an oval emerald encircled with miniature diamonds. ‘ harry, isn’t it the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen? ’ she had asked him, obviously in awe about the beautiful simplicity of it. it was stunning, but the wonder died out really quickly once she saw the price tag. she could never afford that even if she worked FIVE jobs. a week later after dinner with her family, they were sitting on the fire escape outside of her bedroom window and under the pretty starry night sky, he had surprised her with the necklace — resulting in her showering him ( more like attacking him ) with kisses.
            
            “ i’m not being stubborn! ” she sighed, not knowing why he wouldn’t just accept the necklace. they were broken up and breakups require things to be given back to their respectful owners, right? isn’t this what he wanted? what they both wanted? yes, he gave it to her, but every time she looks at it, she’s reminded of the love she had for him ( more like still has ) and it hurt to remember. a lot. “ harry, i shouldn’t. i can’t. ” she held the box out towards him, rather sad eyes meeting his before she spoke her last words softly  :  “ green’s just not my favorite color anymore. ” it hurt to say that, the ‘ green ’ in the metaphor being about harry, but she knew it would either push him to accept the necklace or infuriate him. she decided to take her chances.

@goblinisms / ; RIGHT LMAOOO

@spoodersense ; weren't you the one who told me ' i love you ' like 2 hours ago ??? stop switching it up

@goblinisms / ; exactly, have fun losing 

@goblinisms / ; you cheated on me with josh though??

@spoodersense / it doesn’t count because /I/ am your partner???

@goblinisms / ; okay but you cheated on me with my partner?? like what’d wrong with u