Title: Graffiti
Genre: Angst
Summary: He couldn't bear to erase the crude writing on the wall because no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, nothing would change the fact that it was true.
A/N: this plot bunny has been bothering me since English class and was just begging to be written, please R&R!
DISCLAIMER: If I owned Harry and Ruth, something would have bloody happened by now.
Harry had come across the writing entirely by chance. He was washing his hands and had seen it when his gaze passed the soap dispenser and voila! There it was. Graffiti normally didn't bother him because it was rubbish. This time it was different, this time the crude writing on the wall below the mirror in the men's loo meant something. This time it was real and true; a cold hard fact.
He should erase it, or scrub it off the wall for moral's sake, but he didn't have the heart for it. At the end of the day, the writing was still good and true. He ignored it most of the time, but there were days when he couldn't help but read the sad message that was scribbled on the wall.
Today, he brought a permanent ink pen to cover the writing because he felt that nagging feeling that something should be done to hide it. It was time that he moved on. The writing had been there for ages. It was time to get rid of it and get on with his life. Harry had to convince himself that there was absolutely no hope of anything coming of it. This was the only way. He raised his hand to scribble over the writing and it hovered in the air for a few moments before dropping to his side in defeat. He just couldn't do it. Harry read it once more with despair in his eyes and left the loo to face another day of hiding his feelings.
-Harry loved Ruth-