Recovery // styles [b2 Disorder]

nine

"You take one step forward and it turns out to be a trap, a play to trick you into doing something. What do you do? What does any heartbroken person do? Run back home."

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March 20, 2016 -04:12-

The bathroom was starting to get hot. I unlocked the door and snuck past Harry, who had fallen asleep next to the door. I opened the front door and left the house. 

Note:

It's still cold at 4 a.m. and ten times as dangerous.

Sincerely,

Rae

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March 20, 2016 -06:01-

I woke up and she was gone. This is the worst time to be writing, but I need to think of where she could have gone. 

Guesses:

Book Store

Coffee

Anywhere in this goddamn city.

I'm worried, and it seems like that has become a constant feeling.

Love Always,

Harry

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you may not be the best, but you're the best to someone out there.

thanks for reading <3 :]

- hannah xoxo