【 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘆 ━━ 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 】

𝘀𝗶𝘅 : pAInFul iMaGinAtIOn
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HEARING THE ENGINES OF a car, I close my eyes. My brain taking a turn by letting me hear something other then my own voice.

Hearing the engine cut, I sigh out, "Margo?" a different voice asks. Another voice than mine.

Furrowing my brows, I turn around. Seen my brother stand there, no car, nothing else. Just the boy.

"Harry?"

As he nods, I can't help but smile. Opening his arms for me, I run into them. Squeezing the life out of him, holding him close, breathing him in.

Claming on to him as strong as I can, holding my eyes closed. Hoping against hope that this is not a dream. Opening them again, I look down at the emptiness.

Moving around, all I see is the bridge. No Harry, nothing and no one but me.

And most of all, no way out.

Knowing that yet again this was a figure of my imagination. Never had I imagined him here.

But now I did, the hope of being saved ripped away.

Hurted more then being stuck alone.