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❦︎𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 26 ❦︎.

Wither felt her body permantly cumbersome herself for her midnight work.

She sighed in between her thoughts. Cursing whatever it was that just made her flinch. The small 'plunging' sound of something interrupted the flash of seven full days in early November, which had recently been replaying behind her eyes. Without realizing it, it keeps popping up in my mind, like the seasonal pop songs of the whiny muggle teenagers out there. Evidently, just 3 minutes playing the same memory is not a good idea.

The back pocket of her long skirt was a little wet from encountering several small stones. The damp pebbles are covered in tiny bits of the millions of drops of fresh water across them. It seems that the gravel surface is sharp, but it can be leveled with a little comfort, because there are not many choices.

The expanse of fresh water that, like any other afternoon, displays reflections of a mixture of orange and pink, sometimes purple, along with a circle of golden light that also makes the surface twinkle, is something that can always make him forget the unpleasant sensation of several pebble tips that greet her butt cheeks. covered in worn trousers worn by his beloved cousin.

Apart from the small ripples of water and the rustling of reddish green leaves blown by the autumn wind on the sides of the lake, the random crunch of pebbles shifting position due to her footsteps was another sound that he wanted to keep in her memory and play again when necessary, especially in the worst times.

She can always find peace here. Reason for entry to make this place his favorite. Always could, up to one, two... four months ago. However, for the second time Wither gasped. This time the reason was the sound of gravel being stepped on by someone other than himself, followed by a shadow that slowly merged with his own.

Good, the therapy didn't work. Only eight seconds after the figure copied his current position exactly, Wither finally turned around. Turning hee gaze to another gray bead which turned out to be staring at him first. The 'intruder' was approximately three inches from his right thigh. It was enough to make Wither struggle to block out the salt water that made her eyes water in an instant. He was amazed at how bad she was at keeping promises, including this one. So lame that Spider desperately offered her the charm. Of course, she flatly refused. Keeping a promise to forget someone who made you willing to mortgage your life is more or less as complicated as potions class in first year. Obliviation will only add to the burden, because one day the lost memories will eventually be searched for. Under the guise of 'wanting to know the truth'.

Wither's gaze was still confined to those irises that were turning blue due to the slight exposure to the Hogwarts autumn afternoon sun. Three..four..fuck! She had lost count. Until common sense greets her in a friendly manner, too friendly to the point that he resembles Aunt Windy personally.

"Ah, reality is always cruel to me. Schizophrenia in the final year of monster school? Brilliant." In the end, she heard a voice that she believed was her own, whispering softly. More or less describes her current situation. Said out of control, but not regretted after realizing it.

So she said, while looking at the reaction of the other person who was now looking thoughtful. Seems hesitant to talk-

"...You know? There's nothing stopping you from thinking a little or at least acting selfishly right now. Thinking about your own health perhaps? I heard that mental illnesses are difficult to cure."

-'ah, it turns out he can talk' Wither thought stupidly.

"I never expected someone to tell me to act like a spoiled child. Especially from an illusion like you. By the way, thanks for the funfact.".

"Mhm, anytime. Fear of losing is no longer a good reason for you to consider the breath of one or two other people, anymore. You know that. It's all over."
He said calmly.