- harry -
nights were difficult for him. he would lie there alone feeling cold and abandoned. the thoughts in his mind overwhelming him so much, he wanted to rip his hair out. he saw no point in living and that fucking scared him. he wasn't one to put a blade to his skin or end his life, but sometimes, he felt as if he was no use to the world. he needed someone, or rather, he needed her. but he was so stupid he let her walk away and out of his life. and every single day he regretted it.
people say to live without regrets. how is that even possible? for him, his life was practically full of regrets. those regrets would flood his mind, causing him to want to jump off a cliff, but he was too much of a coward.
all he wanted was for her to come back and lie with him in this bed.
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This Bed
FanfictionBecause sometimes, you need a certain someone so desperately, for you can't continue on without a piece of you. [Book one of the This Series] © 2014 leah the great
