❝𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞. 𝐒𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐈 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧. ❞ --- 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐜

**CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS TO HEAVILY EDITING. STORY IS COMPLETE WITH 65+ UNPUBLISHED CHAPTERS** "... I hate the way you're always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, Even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, And the fact you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, Not even close... Not even a little bit... Not even at all." PREVIOUSLY CALLED CONSTELLATIONS #1 in pureblood (sept. 2020) #1 in ravenclaw (sept. 2020) #6 in regulusblack (sept. 2020)

( ❝ THOSE WHO ESCAPE DEATH ARE UNLUCKY ❞ ) REGULUS BLACK is that humming in the restless summer air. He is what is created in the untempered heat of a blazing fire. He is a moth, drawn to hollowness and resentment. And in that resentment, he built a home. Unloved by his mother, unloved by his brother, unloved, even, by himself. Perhaps this is what people want. They beg to be loved like they beg to be saved. In dying, in death.