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Harry’s staring at the wall, and it’s your fault. Devastation is inked into every line on his face, and it’s your fault he looks like this. You destroy everyone in your path.
“I can’t do this anymore.” His voice is shaky. On the verge of tears. You made him sound like this.
“Then don’t,” you reply. “Leave.”
Harry turns his gaze to you, the misery dropping into shock. “I’m not leaving.”
You blink back. You’re broken, wrecked, and your shell has now wrecked him. Why isn’t he leaving?
“Every time I leave,” Harry continues, “I come home to find you falling apart.”
You feel a lump grow in your throat. “So stop coming home.”
It’s who you are. You can’t help falling apart when he leaves for missions. He’s all you have. He’s all you’ve ever had.
Better he leave altogether than have to suffer at seeing you ruined each time. Better he find someone who can keep him happy. Who doesn’t turn him into this mess.
Harry reaches a hand out and takes yours.
“I can’t do this anymore,” he repeats. “I can’t leave anymore. I see what it does to you.”
“You deserve someone who can handle it,” you say, letting go of his hand. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be that for you.”
“You’re everything for me,” Harry says gently, grasping your hand again. “You’re everything to me. I’m not leaving again. Not for anything. Not unless you’re by my side.”
Slowly, slowly, you squeeze his hand back.