The Broken Part Of Me

'Thank you Harry. I don't know how you've done it, but in four short weeks you've changed my life" I hesitate at the escalator, Knowing that once I descend up it I really will be leaving him behind. He reaches for my hand and gently brushes his fingertips against my palm before letting me go
'How can you even think of thanking me Alexa? I should be thanking you! I never thought I could feel this way, you've made me a better person and now' he hesitates 'I'm sorry that -'

I know he's sorry. I'm sorry too.

Life is sort of strange isn't it? I remember falling off my bike for the first time and how painful my scraped knee was. I remember that time I wanted to know if you could really fly if you believed in fairies so I jumped off my bunk bed and broke my wrist, granted, I was four years old. But I can't seem to remember anyone ever telling me I was beautiful, even though I'm not, every little girl should be told that at some point, shouldn't they? But all that changed when I met him

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