tolduixbriston
πΆπππ π° ππππ ππππ πππππ, π° π
ππ
π'π ππππ ππππππ ππππ'π ~
They had always walked on a fine line between friendship and something more. Something that could be lost. This was a line that both Althea Levine and George Weasley were just barely balancing on, waiting for the other to blow them over to one side or the other.
So when fifth year kicks off rather violently for Althea, the borders between love and friendship are shifted.
How could something so steady, so constant, change so quickly?
It used to be easy. They used to have something reckless, something carefree. But those days are hard to remember as they watch their anchor of a friendship become fragile.
What used to be something that came natural to both of them becomes something they both felt as though they were forcing together.
When will the cracks in their bond become inevitable?
Who will let go first?
Who will admit the unspoken and make it true?
They never thought it would be like this. But most of all, they never thought that the drifting of their friendship would be something that brought them closer together.
Something that made him realize that he would always want her heart, and nobody else's.