[HP] Sirvente

penny-a-liner

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" 𝚂𝚒𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 "

She knew this is not the first time. He indeed understood that notion, too. That was when he had tried so hard but ended up receiving any lowest-expected results, thrusting him into the feeling of utmost sorrow and desperation. Those unworldly dreams will be shattered, love will be unrequited, left behind nothing but sacrifices for such foolishness and atonement for mistakes which you were not even responsible for. It was senseless, yes, but just crazy enough for the fluttering little bird to straighten its wings, and once again soar into the very blue and far-away horizon.

Alas and alack, he killed it, he butchered his own mind outright.

He didn't hide the sketchbook anymore. The robin, the pitch-dark lake, the clock tower. Some of the scribbles weren't just merely memories, they were proof that he used to exist. There is nothing to hide when one is about to lose everything. Ah, no, it was so ludicrous: he was in disguise. He hadn't even had her to sadly let her go. But unfortunately, the man's ego is so great, so great to admit he has lost his sanity.

His hand cupped his pale face and suddenly burst into tears. What were you crying for? Tears fell on the drawing papers covered with black lead dust, like a person who was exposed to ridicule by the people in the banal ending of a satirical play, then engulfed into oblivion, into the rain of the times.

She tried to touch his shoulder as some useless consolation. He, or she, or anyone will surely die. And people will forget you have once fallen in love profoundly.

Perhaps he had misread the lines in his two-a-penny role.

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Ambroise Coventry

Luna Lovegood