Harry, 5.5
"Leave it as something wonderful that was never said."
Her hands had been as cold as ice when she'd held onto his face with them, no doubt so cold due to spending the night sat outside His breath had caught in his throat as she'd pressed her lips to his. How he wished that the kiss could have lasted forever. Even now, hours later, he could not stop thinking about her, that kiss, their goodbye… If only he could have told her how he felt; how he loved her; how his heart ached to spend the rest of his life with her. But his words would forever hang in the air as something wonderful that could never be said.