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One

 I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't save myself. It was suffocating, ripping away at my lungs. I need a way out. It hurt, it felt like someone shoved a screwdriver in the middle of my chest then kept twisting it around and around. 

      Heartbreak, that's what it was. Heartbreak is what ruined my life, no he ruined my life. He practically killed me, at least on the inside he did. 

      Then, before I knew it, he was there, by my side, all the way. I don't know how long Harry was there for me, all I know is that I could feel his warmth wrapped around me like a blanket. He was like a guardian angel. His words were like poetry, his hair like silk, and his scent like fresh water falls. - Layla. 

 

That was the 2nd to last entry on the day I was going to be taken. But at the time, I hadn't known that I was going to be taken.

{AUTHORS NOTE: FOR FUTURE REFERENCE, HARRY IS 23 AND LAYLA IS 16.}