Love Look What You Made Me Do
Harry…"
He swallowed hard, his forehead pressed against hers. "I don’t care what happens to me. Just promise me one thing…"
Her breath hitched. "What?"
"Don’t forget me."
Ivy squeezed her eyes shut. "How could I?"
Harry cupped her face, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "One last time..." His voice was barely above a whisper.
Ivy didn’t hesitate. She surged forward, crashing her lips onto his, pouring every emotion into that kiss—fear, desperation, love, and the unbearable ache of goodbye. Harry kissed her back just as fiercely, his hands gripping her like he never wanted to let go.
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