Harry watched in agonizing pain, Iris's head hanging low in the halls, trying not to cast the attention of her other classmates.

Harry remembers being there also. His locker was located just two to the left of hers.

He would see her all the time.

They joked about her, they criticized her, they judged her.

All except for Harry.

He knew what kind of pain she was going through, but didn't say a word about it.

Until too much came about, and knew it was time to go.

He was religious in the slightest, and believed that suicide was never the answer, that you wouldn't go to heaven if you ended God's gift of life.

He didn't care.

He loved her, so much more than his own life, as well as his ticket to heaven.

Crazy, he knew.

He knew she'd go eventually, and being too selfish to stop her, he went first.