his WHOREcrux

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He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close, gently rubbing my arm. Despite the heaviness of my stomach, it flooded at the feeling of my body pressed against his. I sunk into the warmth of his side, appreciative of the simple gesture. his touch made the room warmer somehow.

"you're the only person I know that gives me infinite hugs." I said 

Marcelo snickered, " Well, where else would I rather be?"

In that moment the arms squeezed a fraction tighter and I breathed more slowly, my body melting into his as every muscle lost its tension to the spring air. 

and that's when sadness overwhelmed me..

Have you ever been crippled or felt so incapable of something? What is that new emotion? Have you ever felt so sad that you didn't know where the source of it came from? These are the questions that come to my mind when I think about each and every tear that hits my face.I want to how many tears are actually hitting my face, how many actually seep into my skin. I wonder if people think the same way that I think or if they sometimes feel the same way that I feel.sometimes I wonder why I cry or why people cry in general. Sometimes I think if I never shed a tear , then I will never hurt again. I believe this because every time I cry it brings back memories, mostly bad , and feelings, mostly the same, which makes me feel the way that I feel. The image of pansy snogging with draco makes me want to cry more. I sat there in Marcelo's arms pouring my heart's contents to him, I knew I could trust him.  My tears are hidden. They are hidden from today. Hidden from the world. They are hidden because my pain that comes along with tears is also hidden . Tears make me feel weak and that why I only show them to a few people. And I've only shown them to one person at hogwarts . Marcelo. A friend I could trust. Someone that's been there for me since I've met him. And I'm truly thankful for him..

The sun blooms on the horizon, golden petals stretching ever outwards into the rich blue. It is the brilliant flower of the sky that warms our days. It is the invitation to a new day, that sunrise so ordinary extraordinary. My eyes welcome the sunrise, that iris of fire so pretty in its mascara of pure light.

"Forget draco and pug face, let go have some fun Linda"

"I guess you're right, I can't stay here forever haha"