a collected bunch of crowns.
set daintily along the shelf of a room, collected dust.
another each day, a gift of new friendship.
each worn from dawn to dusk, they fluttered lightly beneath the autumn air.
winter.
approaching very fast.
both not ready, bundled beneath the old trunk.
limbs tightly intertwined, sat on an the old grave harry had taken an interest to.
soft whispers were exchanged.
cold air biting the tips of noses bright red.
wind whispers, making their way through the abandoned part of town.
it was always cold, but they always kept warm with each other by their side.
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lilac boy // l.s
Fanfiction'cause if i had my way you would always stay and i'd be your tiny dancer, honey. © -tinyhes
