"Home," she answered. "I'll have Louis bring your car back in the morning. Goodbye, Harry"
Harry could only watch as she left, unsure of what to say or do. He hadn't particularly meant what he said in a bad way; he was just stating what he knew. And, apparently, he screwed up, and now that she was leaving Harry realized . . . he cared, too. And he knew it too, by the way he wondered if she'd get home alright and hoped she'd drive okay so she didn't crash. He wondered how mad she was and he knew now she was genuine as he had thought before. But now, he was sure and now he also felt this weird, alien feeling of care, which he hadn't felt in a long time, and was drowning in it all at once. He wished Cryssy would just come back and help him fix it all.
Chapter 9
Cryssy's P.O.V.
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