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He took me, he had taken me away. Away from my family and friends for six long tiring months. I had never cried, smiled, felt such pain, laughed, or loved as hard as I had then during those six months.

When asked about the whole ordeal I'll respond with how difficult it was, how scary, but it wasn't all that scary. The only thing truly scary about the situation was how badly I had missed him. It was terrifying to fall for someone who had no intentions of possibly catching you, falling for someone who shouldn't have been loved.

Those viridescent green eyes glimmered like waves in my head. God did I love the way his soft pink lips curved around certain words, the wispy dark curls that adorned his head...his image engraved in my mind. An image I so desperately wanted to get rid of- but then if I did he would just be a dream.

Just a faded memory, almost like he wasn't real, like he didn't exist. Almost like our love didn't exist. It's been more than a whole year since I came back, and still I woke in the middle of the night screaming, begging, for his image to leave me.

The numerous anxiety attacks I suffered, night terrors, the flashbacks, the confusion. I was conflicted and hurt, I was damaged and tormented. I had loved him with all I had known and he had taken my heart crushing it beneath his feet like glass, watching me shatter.

Despite it all I wanted to be around him, and it killed me. The not knowing part, the unknown, the darkness he lurked behind. Did he even care? Did he miss me? His words said he did but his actions told another story. I walked over to the bookshelf pulling out the old copy of 1984 picking up the frail letter.

My fingers slid across it delicately like if I had pressed any harder it would dissolve into dust. I grabbed at the small paper plane necklace that I wore around my neck, this was the only real thing I had left, the only thing that made what happened real, that made Harry real.

I had thought he was monster,  but he was only  just a beautiful chaotic mess. He thought I was an angel, but people can change.