Sometimes I wonder how you can feel sorrow for something that never seemed to have been yours to begin with. I had let that part of me go, and then when it came back to me, everything changed as it pulled the rug from underneath me and crushed my body against the floor. I often told myself, it would be better if it hadn't happened and I hadn't let myself been pulled back in. But I know I wouldn't have changed anything. It was worth the hurt and the guilt that I felt. Sometimes, it seems like it was all just a dream, but as I run my fingers over the scarred skin of my body, I know it's not. It happened, it happened to me, and I have to learn how to live without that part of me all over again even if I don't want to. I would relive all of it if I could, just to have that part of me back, even if I know it would crush me all over again.
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Hiraeth
Teen FictionHiraeth: (n) a homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was When Emma moves to live with Harry things change in her life. Not only is she suddenly living in the "right" part of the city, but Harry is also someone who can teach her...
