night usually brought peace to adele and ginny. usually a comfort that people who wanted to see them fall were sleeping. haunted by their pasts; their presents.
now it was them that was taunted with the lingering smell of death. no matter how hard they scrubbed themselves with soap the smell of flowers, no matter how many times they tried to wash that wretched perfume off themselves, it stuck.
it stuck like petals were supposed to stick to stems. it stuck like how honey stuck to their fingers.
they were haunted. taunted.
every memory ─ no matter how good ─ was twisted into a nightmare that crept into their dreams. seeped like water into their lungs, suffocating them until they woke up. screaming and crying.
no matter how close they held each other, no matter how many restless nights they had, they always managed to have that constant reminder of the war creep back into them.
oh, how they wished they could forget. they were supposed to leave everything behind, weren't they? did that not include the burden of the past?
but if forgetting the past meant forgetting each other, they would choose night after night of terror and panic.
they would beg to be burdened, taunted. haunted.
they would beg for the worse, if only for the memory of each other to stay.
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just the two of us ☼ ginny weasley
Fanfic[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...
