Yeah, he was so used to me always being the first to apologize, always looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes full of love.

Of course he'd be angry at my attitude tonight.

But Harry, I don't love you anymore, so I won't be your doormat either.

The next morning when I woke up, Harry had already left.

Just as I finished packing my bags, Harry texted me:

[After a night's sleep, you must have calmed down by now?]

[When ...