𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚
"Never thought I would fall for snivellus" she said against his lips, he rolled his eyes grabbing her face kissing her again.
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Amara Black was a secret waiting to be revealed, and Severus Snape wanted to be the first t...
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She wasn't poetry. She wasn't made of beautiful words that rolled off the tongue. Her smile wasn't as bright as the sun and her eyes didn't hold the fucking stars. She was none of those things. She was real. She was flawed. She was raw.
She said what was on her mind, and in her heart. Yes, some days the world felt heavy and dark and hopeless, but she wiped away her tears, picked up the jagged pieces, and carried on;
because long ago she realized no one would be there- to wrap their arms around her shoulders, to kiss her wounds, ease her shaky breaths every time her heart was held by hands who didn't know how to care for such a treasure.
No one, but her.
She was her own savior, her own lover. And that, my friend, made her more beautiful than any verse could.
