I cried when I heard the passing of Alan Rickman. I only met the man once in my life time and it wasn't even on purpose. I visited the UK last summer and I was buying grocieries for my friend's mom. Anyway, there was one last loaf of bread and when I reached for it another hand also grabbed it. I looked up and was star struck by Alan Rickman. He appoligised and insisted I took it. We chatted about his life and about mine then we parted ways. I will always hold you in my heart, Alan. <3 My heart, my love.
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The Harvinger's Return; The Heart of a Slave Girl
Fanficthird book in Harvinger series
