Not a Diary ➳ LS

Entry Fifty-Three

Entry Fifty-Three:

We sat there for another good 20 minutes, a very quiet twenty minutes (except for my heart buzzing and thudding). He wrapped his arm around me and let it lay on my shoulder. I was worried I might squeal or explode on the spot, maybe even simultaneously.

And then I stood up, and I coughed, and he gave me a hurt look and said,"what's wrong?" And I wanted to say,"nothing's wrong, everything is absolutely perfect." But that was a lie.

Everything was a lie.

And I said Im sorry at least 12 times and ran into my room and sobbed.

And it could have lasted forever, but it was all my fault.

-Harry

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