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I would say I love you but saying it out loud is hard. So I won't say it at all.
Devore Taylor never understood the meaning of life, or what it meant to live a life that you truly love, with the people you hold dearest to you. Nobody ever thinks about their life until something big happens, something devastating, and then you're forced to live with the fact that should've tried harder. You should've grasped onto the people you love more. Devore never understood this, not until she lost her father. And even after the acceptance of his death marinated into her bones — Devore gave up on everything, including herself.
The Taylor family was a family of the purest blood, overwhelming wealth, but a whole lotta love to give, which some people would find shocking when you look at the other rich families in the Wizarding World. But Isaac Taylor loved his family, his wife and children. He was the complete opposite of the stereotypical Slytherin, and that seemed to pass down to his daughter. Because Devore was loved by everyone, just like him. She wore her heart on her sleeve, just like him. It was evident the first time Devore stepped foot into the Great Hall her first year that she was a Taylor.
It started with a Slytherin falling in love with a Gryffindor. A forbidden love in the eyes of Hogwarts students. A boy chasing after a girl. Girl hating boy. Boy doing everything in his power to get her attention. Girl never giving it to him. He never gives up. She finally gives him attention, and then she begins to get to know him, and soon, it's girl falling in love with boy. A Gryffindor falling in love with a Slytherin.
They get married. They have two children. They have a family of their own, a completed life. Boy turns into man. Man turned into father. Father dies when daughter is fourteen. Son is nine. Girl turns into woman, and woman becomes a mother, and she's left to raise her two children alone. She was once young and lively, so in love that she glows — now she's old and lost her way. It's true what they say about love. It kills you. She loved him and now he's gone, and all she's left with is a daughter with his smile and a son with his eyes.
Devore was no longer the unexpected kind-hearted girl placed into Slytherin with friends from every house, the girl that didn't fit into her own house, she was Devore Taylor, turned mean girl, someone who looked down on anyone that wasn't on her level. She turned her back on everyone, her closest friends, on her own mother. But she'd never turn her back on her brother. Bennet was too young to understand life. She needed to guide him into the right direction so that he'd never be like her, never like their mother, to never end up like their father.
She still gets nightmares about seeing her father in a casket, eyes closed and skin pale, his hands over lapping on his chest. Devore would find herself lying in bed in the same position, her eyes closed, wondering what it would be like if she went to join him, because Devore was nothing without her father. She wasn't the same girl. Nobody would care if she left because she betrayed them. Her own mother wouldn't care. So why should she care?
