4. Harry's Flashback.
"I'm sick of you, I'm done with you! I don't care if you're sick, I don't care if you're hurt. I can't take you anymore! You drive me insane in every way you know how!" Harry shouted at the Blonde haired girl, tears rushing down his face.
At that moment everything got quiet, his voice, her voice, even the clocks on the wall didn't tick.
"I'm leaving. That's final." He said, his voice cracking ever so slightly.
"This is the last time you'll be able to say goodbye." Were his final words as he rushed up the stairs, his body shaking as he slammed the door behind him.
It had only just occurred to her that this time he was serious, this time he was going to leave her and she was in her worst state of illness.
Tears rushing down her face she wiped them with her arm, slowly walking up the stairs towards their bedroom door.
"P- Please open the door." She'd said in a very weak tone, her fist knocking slightly against the wood.
"Harry open this door right now.." She repeated her voice cracking slightly. You could hear the weakness in her voice grow and her tone growing quieter.
"Don't leave me." She whispered leaning her forehead against the door as she kept knocking gently on the wood.