*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧. Valentine Lotus was a rare girl; wickedly smart and constantly sweet. That is, unless, you get on her bad side, which James Potter just so happens to do when he dumps a canister of red paint on the wrong person.
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In which James Pott...
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October 31st, 1981
Valentine clutched the body tighter against her chest, cold, wet tears flowing down her cheeks like an unending river. Empty, dull, and glassy eyes stared up at the ceiling, skin damp from the rain and pale like clean parchment. Too pale to be human.
Valentine's chest racked with silently-painful sobs, her throat scratchy from screaming and heart aching from loss. Her lips trembled dangerously as she combed her fingers through the body's hair, hands shaking.
"I'm sorry," Valentine whispered, raising her free hand and gently pressing them against the eyes, moving her fingertips so the eyes that no longer saw closed. "I'm so sorry."
With the head cushioned in her lap and body weighing down against her legs, Valentine couldn't move, nor did she want to. She was faintly aware of the stricken, fearful cries emitted from somewhere behind her, but Valentine's ears worked as if she were underwater, sounds blurry and not understandable. Green flashes still danced in her vision like Christmas bulbs or northern lights, something so happy turned to something wicked.
"Valentine, come on, we must go."
She couldn't place the voice. It was so familiar, but everything seemed so fake at the moment that she wasn't even sure she was really there. Because how could this possibly be real? How could this be her life?
Hands looped around Valentine's back, forcing her away from the limp body.
"I'm so, so sorry," she cried again, curling into the person who had grabbed her. Her head buried against their chest, arms tightening around their back. Valentine's tears dampened their shirt, but she didn't care.
Nothing was okay anymore.
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October 31st, 1982
Dew clung to the hem of Valentine's pants as she crouched between the weeds. Delicate grasses and stems brushed against her palms and boots as she raised a single hand, laying it flat against the slab of cement.
