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Exasperated, that's what I was- am. My pride that was once stored within me has now vanished into billions of particles, dissolved and evaporated into the mass air that surrounds me. Lifeless: nothing more, nothing less. I lay, placidly, willingly, acceptingly, though, my body is no longer belligerent; it's given up.
My name is Kaitlynn Malik and this is my story.

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8. Chapter 8.

Harry's POV

I can hear Kait's footsteps descending from the stairs. I look up, almost on cue, noticing her wearing my Ramones t-shirt. I frown immediately at the sight of her. My heart shatters into a million pieces as I remember when I gave her that t-shirt. I am surprised that even now, in her desparate attempt for a wanting of love, she still wears it, as if I am the only one piece to her puzzle that has been removed from its perfect fit to be jammed into another place.

Today went surprisingly well. It felt like old times. We all sat laughing and talking and having a good time. Kait actually looked relieved for once in the last two years.

I follow the boys outside to the car.

"Hey, Harry, was that your shirt that Kait was wearing?" Louis asks.

"What? No." I stutter.

"Just asking because it looks a lot like the one you had before it went "missing"." He says, putting air quotes around his last word.

I shrug my shoulders. To them, it did go missing, but to me, it fell into the arms and onto the body of someone I love. I shake my head.

Why is this happening?

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter.

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