"can you at least tell me what's wrong, isha?"
"i don't want to."
harry sighs, long eyelashes resting against his cheekbones, trying to make sense of the situation. he was walking home, a cantaloupe in his hand, when he found isha, hunched over the steps of the gazebo in the town square, crying her eyes out, begging him to leave.
he couldn't.
"okay," he says, voice soft, calming, rubbing his hands down isha's back, "but don't cry, please."
"i don't want to," she admits, giving him a half-hearted, lopsided smile, "but the situation asks for it."
"and the situation is..?"
"harry," she warns, a sense of finality in her voice, and harry sighs again, this time in defeat, accepting his faith.
"okay, ish, you don't have to tell me. but you know whom you can tell?"
"whomst?" isha jokes lightly, trying to shift the mood.
"a large waffle cone of mint choco-chip," harry says, chewed smile on his face, watching isha let out a broken giggle, shaking her head slightly.
"come on," he presses, taking her hand in his, pulling her up, "mint choco chip solves everything."

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