Harry lay in his bath, staring up at the ceiling, watching the smoke coil and curl it's way upwards. Today had been one of those days; a day where anything and everything that could go wrong had. Everything and everyone was testing him. And he couldn't deal with it. He couldn't deal with this loathing of near enough everything. The only light he had in his life was Peter and he was moving to England with Gwen. He was never going to see his best friend again and what did that leave him with? No one. No one to see and nothing to do other than run this god forsaken company his Father had built. He hated Oscorp. He hated the CEOs and they hated him back. What more was there to do? His eyes flicked to the side and he swallowed upon seeing his watch. 11:57pm. Peter would have landed by now. His best friend was gone. Pulling the plug, he got out of the water, wrapping a towel around him and slipping into the bedroom.
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Harry sat writing at his desk and swallowed, putting his pen down and re-reading the note.
"To whom this may concern. I am sorry... I can't handle this anymore. I don't want to be here. I can't be here. I don't want to be anyone. I don't want to be Harry Osborn. I want to be some random 21 year old kid with normal issues. Not worrying about a business. I trust that the CEOs will make good work of running Oscorp; after all my Father taught them to. Peter, if you ever get to read this. I'm sorry. I'm just... Just too fragile to deal with this world anymore. I can't handle the press digging into my personal life all the time. I can't handle my best friend, my only friend, being 4,000 miles away from me. Please don't blame yourself for this. Even if you were here, I would do this. It would just take me longer to get there. Please keep being happy. You're smile is much too beautiful to be upset. I just... Feel like I'm drowning but I can still breathe. Like, I have an anchor around my ankles, waiting for it to drag me to the bottom of the Hudson. I just can't carry on. Harry."
I love you, Pete.
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Harry left the note where he knew Felicia would find it before slipping under the covers of his bed and letting out a whimper. He was scared. He had no clue what would happen now. But he had to do this. His pale gray eyes slid to the bottle of sleeping pills on the side before he scooped them out. He tipped the contents into his hand and just stared at them before chucking them back into his mouth and swallowing a few times. His wrist flicked and the light switch turned off. He closed his eyes and smiled gently feeling darkness overwhelm him.
