Chapter 50 / The Last One

I just wanted to scream about how wonderful he was and how much I loved him, how loving him this much was starting to make me feel constantly sick, how being in his company made me feel so elated and joyful and wonderful, that I hated spending any time away from him. I just wanted to yell at him about how happy Harry made me, about how every word I’d ever read about love, every film I’d ever seen and every song I’d ever heard held no comparison whatsoever to the real thing. I wanted to curl up on the floor and sob over how deeply I felt for the boy I had once, somehow, hated.
But that felt a little intense.

“Um, yeah. They’re pretty good.” I said casually.

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