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Finally, Harry turns around and heads towards the car. I can see his expression and I don't like it at all. I just hope you don't pay too much attention to what just happened and let's just go, though I think it's hard.

He gets in the car, turns it on, starts it up, gets out of there quickly.

Several minutes have already passed, quiet and uncomfortable minutes. I'm waiting for him to say or do something, but it's okay, he just drives. He's sunk in his thoughts and I just want to know what intrigues him so much at the moment, but I don't dare to break the silence that has settled in the room, I don't want whatever he's going to say to be the last straw that spills the glass. I'd rather avoid it.

The car stops at a red light and I notice how he relaxes his body that has remained tense since he entered, but still remains silent.

This is too awkward, I want us to get there, I want to tell him this is over, I want to be home and forget everything.

"You were going to tell him everything, we