my #nottpott contribution to @kerosenehoney.bsky.social ‘s WTIYS 💐
It was raining on the day that Harry’s life changed. Not a torrential downpour – the kind of slow drizzle that soaked into everything, wetting you down to the bone and making the springtime chill stick to your skin.
It was raining on the day that Harry’s life changed. Not a torrential downpour – the kind of slow drizzle that soaked into everything, wetting you down to the bone and making the springtime chill stick to your skin.
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“I love daffodils,” Theo was saying, his hazel eyes almost blue against the grey cloud cover. “And I love
He did know. Harry knew exactly what Theo meant, wanting one extreme over the other and disliking anything that dared to exist in the middle. Yet, there Theo was, doing that exact thing.
“I like in-betweens,” he said, avoiding Theo’s gaze in favor of counting the wildflowers on the hillside.
One moment, Harry was standing in an in-between,
“I like you, you know.”
His hand was warm on Harry’s. Comforting.
“Do you?”
“Yeah,” he chuckled, blushing. “It’s always been you.”
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