Virgin Lips // dane dehaan

“Harry, what if I have the cure?” I asked him as he looked at me with his ocean sea eyes.

“I want you to cure me.” He answered without hesitated.

“Are you sure?” I questioned him once again and he pulled me closer to him.

“I am very sure. If you have the cure, don’t hesitate to give it to me.” He pushed some lose strain of my hair behind my ears as I look away, avoiding his gaze.

“I have the cure.”

“What?”

“I have the cure to turn you back into mortal.”

 

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