Harry had grabbed his guitar and journal before escaping onto the balcony and watching the sun rise. He almost wanted to wake up Cryssy and have her watch it with him but then he might risk spilling out what Matt had told him and he wasn't ready to experience Cryssy's anger with him again. Eleanor said she wouldn't be mad, more so heartbroken he was leaving and that sounded even worse. Harry was a mess. A nervous wreck and he had no way of controlling it. He felt pathetic. The whole love thing sucked. He was on a silver platter for her to rip apart if she so pleased and even worse she was the same for him. Lying open and vulnerable to any move he made, even if by mistake and he's had so many mistakes made before he dosen't want to risk another. He can't risk another.... Maybe he should ju
