Stained Glass • The Marauders Era

❝my skin is made of glass
but apparently it's stained
cause you notice all the cracks
but can't see inside my pain❞

He was quiet; she was loud.
He was erudite; she was athletic.
His orbs were grassy amber; hers were gray.
Their collision was a beautiful disaster.
So beautiful, in fact, that they failed to notice the heart that was breaking like a glass in front of them.
The glass they had stained.

trigger warning: this story contains mentions of self-harm, depression, blood, death
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