prologue

"You're wonderful." I whispered.

"And you're lovely." He whispered back, voice equally as quiet. Harry leaned over and kissed my cheek, so light that I almost didn't feel it.

"Why lovely?" I asked.

For a while, he was silent like he tended to be when he was thinking.

"To be lovely means to be exquisitely beautiful. The word itself seems rather basic to me. But its definition tries to make it more, and that's what reminds me of you. You are exquisitely beautiful, but you're so much more than that. We need more words to describe you, June, but for now, lovely will work."

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alternate universe

Content Warnings: mentions of death, occasional alcohol use, and strong language

**this story is very soft. sorry, no smut!