Wildest Dreams | Regulus Black [ON HOLD]

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From the moment I laid eyes on you,

I knew you were going to change my world.

- Abbi Glines

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Grief is a complicated thing. It has the ability to rip you to shreds, suffocate you and make feel as if you're on the verge of death but can never quite die. It is incomparable. Everyone always says that grief hits harder if its unexpected. That you accept the loss of whatever or whoever just because you saw it coming. But that isn't true. 

Grief is complex, and harsh and eternal. It changes you into a person you barely recognize. You can never escape it. It haunts you, spurs up on you at the most random moments where one moment it is all fun and happy but then reality strikes and you're back to drowning in your sorrows.

And we do move on. We do forget. We learn to live with it. In the smallest moments of our life we unconsciously look for the people we've lost, forgetting — even if its for a second — that they are gone.

We grieve just as deeply as we love.

And the pain never lessens. We never get over it. We just carry it in ourselves and make peace with it. Because that's life. You move on but a piece of your past tags along with you. 

And that's okay because we are who we are because of who we once were.

Sky lived in her dreams, imagining a picture perfect life and assuming that everything would stay the same forever. But instead of her fairytale she was hit with a tragedy.

Her emotions bottled up on the outside, as she portrayed a nonchalant façade which crumbled when she was in her solitude. Nightmares, night terrors, they were her own demons which she couldn't run from.

The guilt ate Sky up in all the ways it possibly could. Guilty that she had survived and her family hadn't. Guilty that if she had been given the choice then she would have followed after her them.

Sky wouldn't remain broken forever, but she would never be whole either.

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Sky dragged her trunk out of the train, looking around to see if she could spot her aunt in the crowd of guardians looking for their kids. She walked up to a strict-looking woman who was scrutinizing the Platform with a critical look.

"Aunt Constance." Sky made her presence known. Constance Pritchett, the older sister of Sky's mother turned to her, the corner of the woman's lips twitching up in a faint smile.