time seemed to be lost. a forgotten concept.
time didn't matter to them anymore. after all, they had forever. forever to be together, forever to get lost in such a stupid concept.
they would get lost in time spent sitting by a fire.
they would get lost in time spent making flowers grow even in the coldest and driest of times.
they would get lost in time spent painting each other in their depiction of beauty.
they would get lost in each other.
each other; that was all that was left.
everything else had fallen like a petal from a flower. like it had lost its wings and fallen into a land of wilted beings.
but them, no. they had held onto each other; their love. the flower that rooted and rose. that grew wings in an embrace of elegance and grace.
they may have been damned, may have been cursed to fall for eternity.
but they would do it together.
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just the two of us ☼ ginny weasley
Fanfiction[on a slight break for now] adele evans was often told that love was like a flower. wilting. falling. rooting. rising. blooming. the sun would look upon that flower, that love, and either cherish it or destroy it in a flame of blaze. scorched...
