He wasn't always this way.



Couldn't give a shit less about anyone.

That's not the Harry I know.

But the Harry I know is gone.

Lost forever in the sweet bitterness of my memories.

Never to be seen again.

This is the new Harry.

The scary Harry.

The bad boy Harry.

And some how.

I can't get enough of him.


2. Tall dark and scary

Maybe we aren't meant to run from sadness.

Maybe we're meant to sit with it, look into it and find the very worst versions of ourselves.

Who do we meet at the bottom of a bottle or the tip of a blade?

Our worst.

With closed eyes and numb minds.

But what if we open our minds to the darkness?

Let it be and learn to be with it.

Even every day ends in darkness.

And wakes up brand new.

Maybe we are sad because our souls are begging to be made new.

The cold winter wind whips my hair around making it hard to see what's in front of me. The light jacket I wore does practically nothing for my shivering body. I should have worn warmer clothes. But I was just in a rush to get out of the house. I can't stand when Shane drinks. He's an angry drunk. And I don't think I can take another blow from him. My ribs are bruised enough.

"Hey!" Someone grabs me by the arm pulling me behind an old building. I almost slip on some ice but catch myself. What's going on? "Skylar." A deep voice comes from behind me drawing my attention. I turn around to find a figure towering over me. "What are you doing here?" His voice booms. Tattoos litter his body and a black lip ring hangs from his mouth.

"I don't know you. And that's none of your business." I turn away and take a step before I'm dragged back to face him again. Tall dark and scary towers above me again. But this time he holds both of my wrist against the brick building behind me.

"You shouldn't be out in this neighborhood sky." He licks his lips observing me. His dark Browns eyes search every inch of my body as if trying to find the answers he's looking for. "How do you know my name." His eyes go soft for a few short moments before returning to there previous state. "You don't remember me." He says it more as a statement then a question which puzzles me even more.

I look up into his eyes searching for something I know. Something that will tell me who he is. I just need a name. But my mind draws a blank.

He grabs my chin between his finger and thumb tilting my head up towards him. "I'll give u a hint." His lips come closer to mine until I can feel his hot breath on mine. "The last time u saw me. U left me with a plate of spaghetti on my head. And a broken heart." My eyes seep into his and I feel my heart sink. He throws my arms down and takes a second to light a cigaret.

Memories of the last time I saw him flash into my head. We were on a date. Or what he thought was a date. He had asked me out and I couldn't live with myself if I told him no. Everyone always picked on him. And I felt bad. So I took him on a pity date. I thought I was doing him a favor. He could have never gotten a girl like me then. I didn't know Shane would show up in the mist of it and snatch me away. But not before taking His plate and slapping it on his head. Shane snatched me away before I could apologize to Him.


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