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Husband: wait...I thought you read gay porn. Why does gay porn make you cry?

Idk.

iPad, check. Tissues, check. Coffee, check.

Let the Draco dying commence!

Update: 1/4 of the way through. Lots of deep breaths and wobbly breathing. Tissue count: 7.

The non-linear storyline helps. Oh, God. Funeral time. Harry put on Draco's favorite sweater. Ok. Gotta take a break to feed my feelings. Deep breaths.

Update: 2/3 finished. I've come to accept the steady flow of tears. They're sad tears, but so much more. I just love these mfers with all my heart. It's time for some Advil now. And I look like Harry after the stunning jinx and the collar of my shirt is tear soaked. But it's beautiful and lovely and wonderful. No regrets. Somehow Harry's grief is easier to bear. I guess because we've all been through it before. Not sure if I could handle this if it were the other way around. God, no.

Update: And to think I dared to be proud of myself for holding up so well. First the warehouse, now the sock drawer discovery. I hate you FTS.

Update: oh, God it's here. I don't know if I can read it. *curls into fetal position*

Update: Finished + 10 mins and still crying. Heart is in exactly eleven million pieces and I can't do a fucking Reparo. Final tissue count: 22.

Those are tears on my duvet.

So, it was everything I knew it would be. Emotional as all fuck. I mean we all love those boys like they are real. You just don't want Harry to keep hurting, but it just doesn't feel right for him to move on. Jfc, can I just stop crying, please?!? I do not regret reading this one bit even contrary to what the tissues, cursing and tear-soaked bedding might lead you to believe. It was every bit as wonderful as you'd expect from FTS.