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viii

harry breathed in. and out, and in, and out.

he knocked, twice.

"come in."

ellie's dad opened the door and send harry upstairs.

"ellie?"

"harry?"

"i can't believe it's you."

"i can't either."

they sat on her bed and ellie took his hand.

"are you okay?"

harry shook his head.

"me neither."

they stayed quiet

but then ellie asked, with tears in her eyes:

"why didn't you stop her?"

"i don't know."

ellie's eyes darkened.

"you should have stopped her,

you killed her."

she suddenly pushed him from the bed

"i hate you, you murderer!"

she hit him over and over again

he was crying

she was crying

he was bleeding

she held the knife

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PLOT TWIST MOTHERFUCKERS
P.S: UPDATE: okay so i wrote this months ago and i'm reading it agai and it's just stupid and lame and i'm sorry i ruined it for you all x