The event changed everything, but a story can’t have a central theme unless there are walls to support it, roads that take you there and on, because I can’t just give you a fact and you understand it fully until I explain it. So here it is; I love Harry Styles, but the roads that I take you on to understand may not be one’s that you really want to travel, so heed the signs on the barren roadsides, and understand. I’ll tell you about the days, thirty before and thirty after, encompassing Harry’s attempted suicide.


41. 3 days after

3 days after

Anne stops by to give me news I don't want to hear. "He left you a note, dear," she says, arms crossed, cupping her elbows as she bites her lip. "He left it on the table, in an envelope." At that, she tugs the thing from her purse. I stare at it like it contains a snake. "I don't want it." Her lips turn up, almost amused. "If you don't read it, someone else will." I take the letter, but I don't intend to read it anytime soon.

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