43, 62 for the writing prompt thing if that's okay (-:
Harry stands across from her with his hands tangled in his hair, his lips a deep cherry red from how much he’s bitten on them, and his eyebrows narrowed to form a line between each other.
“Maybe we are better off apart…” The dreaded words seep out of her mouth. Harry immediately shakes his head, disagreeing wholeheartedly. There is not a doubt in his mind that they belong together, he’d even go as far as saying that they were soulmates. The connection they shared was magnetic, and he’d be a fool to let her slip away from him.