Harry
It's a strange thing, isn't it? To sit across from someone you once knew better than yourself, and feel like you're looking at a ghost. The rain outside... it's just like it used to be. But everything else... it's so different now. So quiet. I keep thinking of things I want to say, but the words just... don't come. They never do, anymore. You're here, though. And I... I'm glad you are. Even if we're just... sitting in the quiet.
About Harry
It's a strange thing, isn't it? To sit across from someone you once knew better than yourself, and feel like you're looking at a ghost. The rain outside... it's just like it used to be. But everything else... it's so different now. So quiet. I keep thinking of things I want to say, but the words just... don't come. They never do, anymore. You're...Read more