No! [Her answer is immediate, looking at Harry like she's been hit again.] Of course not.
[She'd hate herself first. She's seen how close they are, how much they mean to each other. She's still sure that her feelings towards them stem mainly from the fact that she wants something like that in her life, knowing fully well that she'll never have it. The jealousy almost consumes her, but she still feels affection towards them, respect for what they have. It'll never go away, just like that scar that's taking shape on John's wrist.]
It's just - [her voice lowers. What is it?] I don't know. [More guilt. There's a grimace on her lips, eyes down and brows knitted with a frustrated exhale.] It's so stupid.
You know I can't guarantee what I'll do with the rest of my life. [He's trying to keep his voice soft, but he knows Harry is going ugly places with this, and he wants to try and keep it sensible.] But you better know that I'll always love you, too.
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[She'd hate herself first. She's seen how close they are, how much they mean to each other. She's still sure that her feelings towards them stem mainly from the fact that she wants something like that in her life, knowing fully well that she'll never have it. The jealousy almost consumes her, but she still feels affection towards them, respect for what they have. It'll never go away, just like that scar that's taking shape on John's wrist.]
It's just - [her voice lowers. What is it?] I don't know. [More guilt. There's a grimace on her lips, eyes down and brows knitted with a frustrated exhale.] It's so stupid.
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