I'm Dead | h.s

"i always go to the cemetery because it's the closest i can get to death." harry says, his eyes on the knife as i cut onions. "i lost my sense of smell and taste."

i take a piece of onion and bring it to the tip of his nose. he knows what i'm trying to do and he moves my hand away in a robotic way. his fingers are still wrapped around my wrist and my heart begins to quicken.

the boy with the walking corpse syndrome stares back at me with his neutral expression, claiming silently each second that he's dead.

but i wonder if there's a chance that he feels that his heart is beating... beating for me in this moment

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