Bellatrix: Life is meaningless..
Me: Wrong, life is like a broken pencil.
Bellatrix: Why?
Y/n: You can keep to sharpen it as much as you want. But in the end, it'll be just eraser. No more marks, only the erasing of ones life they had.
Bellatrix: So it's like, you're using the eraser to clear up your mind and trying to get rid of the mistakes and the bad things.
Narcissa: No, look at the marks engraved on paper after erasing your writing. They won't go away, as the eraser cannot get rid of mistakes completely.
Me: Correct and also, you can't keep sharpening it because it'll get smaller and smaller until it's gone. That's the moment when you die.
Narcissa: And the graphite will always keep falling apart and snapping even further. It's either just a new phase or just everything falling apart.
Y/n: Then what's the correct answer?
Narcissa: There's no point.
Me: Yes.
Bellatrix & Y/n: *Walk away with hundred regrets*
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Short StoryGay witches living in the same apartment. What could possibly go wrong right?
