AN: Hello~ Hope everyone is doing well. Here's a new oneshot(?). Let me know what you guys think, please.

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Rain fell hard agianst the buildings. Clouds blocked the joyous sun's rays as they moved across the sky slowly. It was a depressing day for anyone who look out. Excpet for one lone male that stood staring up at the sky with a light smirk. His light jewel colored eyes filled with mirth as his eyes cought a figure walking closer to his shop.

This lone male is known as Harry James Potter- The Boy Who Lived.

His eyes never leaving the figure, Harry pulled his black coat over his shoulders before he placed his gold and red scraf over his shoulders. Without button it together, Harry walked out of his cafe. Before meeting the figure, Harry locked the old fashion lock as he whispered latin under his breath.

Harry meet the darker green eyes of the figure, which made a large smile bloom across his face. Lips meet in a breif kiss before Harry tangled his fingers with the other's fingers and led them away from the cafe.

"Harry." The older and taller male whispered ligthly after a few seconds of silent. Harry looked up towards the other with soft eyes, making them look cloudy. "I'm sorry." He stated as he stopped in the middle of the path.

The storm clouds grew even darker; winds became colder and harsher. The stood closer to each other. Chest to chest, Harry bowed his head and buried his face into the warm chest. He felt long arms wrap themselves around his body as fingers buried themselves into his long, wild black locsks.

"I know." Harry stated just as softly. He hated how tears wanted to fall. He forced them back and he would wait until he was alone. "I know." He repeats as he felt arms start to disappear.

With an intake of breath Harry woke with tears rolling down his face to fall onto the thin sheets of his bed. Green eyes puffy and red opened and closed as the morning rays enter his room. He sat up as he rubbed at his eyes. The blankets pooled around his waist, he laid his hands in his lap.

He stared down at the silver band that wrapped around his ring finger. The smiple silver band held three small jems, green and black, sat in the middle of the band; brought memoiers when life was fuller and joyous.

A sad smile lifted his lips as he pulled himself out of his bed and got ready for the day.

"I know, Loki. I know, love." He whispered before leaving his small apapment in Londan.

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