Note.

(from Harry’s POV)

Please just give it to me.

I really can’t live with my parents anymore.

I love them most times, but I don’t have it in me to hear them bicker all the time anymore, I’ve reached the end of my rope.

I’m grateful and happy but I find myself compromising a lot each day.

A piece of me is dead inside because of what they did, I try my best each day to smother the feelings that rise up when I remember what they did.

Nothing is going to make it better other than distance and space. I don’t want to hurt them anymore.

I can love and appreciate them only if I stay separately.

Please just give this to me.

I don’t know why I’m begging for something that already belongs to me, tbh.