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Harry knew the weight of the words trapped in his chest. The anguish of his unspoken suffering.
He refused to dwell between “ifs” and “mights”, dying at a slow pace while his unexpressed emotions festered and rotted in his heart. He couldn’t become a hidden book with unread chapters forgotten on a dusty library shelf.
Nobody should ever bury love in the dark. Love ought to always breathe in the light. The most powerful magic in the universe demanded to be free, to make its presence known even if it created chaos. Silence meant danger. Suppressed feelings were sure to destroy his life.
The sunlight danced and reflected off Draco’s hair, making Harry ache. For years he’d watched Draco reconstruct his world one day at a time. Becoming better. Evolving. A sign of true courage.
Harry breathed and tasted the sweetness of his imminent confession.