You never really know a person. There's so many dips and curves that lead so far down into them that to find out all of those things, the ones that really make a person who they are, you would have to travel to the bottom of the ocean of their soul. But do you know why no one has ever been to the bottom of the ocean? Because it would crush you... And there would be nothing left.
You never really know person. But we think we do, and when we fall in love with someone who makes us feel as though they've exposed every once of their soul to us, we forget that the bottom of the ocean is still there inside them. So we look past the flashes of darkness that flicker in their eyes, and we push aside the secrets that lye quietly rattling between us. Until one day, you wake up and realize that you've become just another sunken treasure at the bottom of their ocean of a soul.
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Butterfly Keeper // h.s. au
FanfictionCharlotte is a sort of star that never dies, she's a sunny sky with clouds that cry. Harry is a sort of flower that never fully blooms, he's the dark side of the moon.
