"It's getting dark in this little heart of mine
And as I waltz into the night
The shadows bow before my crimes
So you'd better hold on tight
'cause the devil won't play nice.
I will crawl up in your mind
and devour your brain like a disease
I'll dri...
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~Delilah and Avery~
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Azure clouds had scattered, revealing a canvas painted in Rasin shades of purple that coalesced with glowing tangerine ones at the horizon, being the last evidence of a once warm sun that has set over the utterly bare hills of Berkshire, England.
The waning, silver moon was now reigning over the sky, waiting for the enigmatic stars to adorn the darkness. The chilly wind was caring around the fragrance of autumn, infusing the minds with beautiful nostalgia.
Avery's manor protruded on the barren land, bearing resemblance to the Black's house in certain aspects. However, despite their undeniable similarities, this one gave Delilah an eerie feeling in her chest. It reeked of malevolence and dark magic. The witch could sense it.
"I have a bad feeling." Delilah walked closer to Hydra, finding the comfort she needed.
There was no denying that Delilah felt safe when her friend was around like nothing could ever harm her. And as if she hadn't had enough to stress about from her weird premonitions, Delilah was anxious to face Avery.
Over the last couple of weeks, Delilah kept thinking about the Slytherin boy and she hated herself for that. Jacob was more than she could ever ask for, he was loving, smart and caring. She hoped this infatuation would pass in a few days, but here she was, in front of Avery's house, her heart drumming against her ribcages like it wanted to escape and run straight into his arms.
She knew she was so naive for believing that the pureblood could ever look at her in any other way than disgust. Regardless, she couldn't bring herself far enough to lose hope, it was a yearning, which she couldn't just brush away.
It was like smoking a cigarette: alluring in the beginning and addicting on the way. It would blind her to the point where she would want more and more so that in the end, the filter would burn her lips and she would have to extinguish it. And once the burning is over, there would only be an empty space in her heart, longing for that euphoria. It would leave her into pieces for Hydra to pick up and put back into place.
