𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑:
eloise anne robertson and colin creevey had always been inseparable, ever since their first fateful meeting. but now it seems like all colin wants to do is follow the famous, always cold and indifferent harry potter around. and so eloise anne bitterly lashes out at him: after years and years of friendship, colin threw it all away for the pitiful scraps of attention of an ignorant, uncaring boy he hardly knew. maybe it's her fault partly, but just when she needed him the most, when she went through the hardest, most heartbreaking loss of her life, like everyone else, he wasn't there to catch her fall just like she'd done so many times for him. instead, he was always poised and waiting eagerly to catch the boy who already had so many people to intercept him if he fell, colin would never matter to him. not like he used to matter to her. not like he still did.
𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑:
voldemort's return is dominating the entire ruined world, reaping a devastating apocalypse that none can withstand, except for a few survivors. out of the chaos of what's left, bloodthirsty nightmare creatures emerge from the shells and skeletons of the animals before, ravenous for the taste of human flesh, magic, and souls. eloise anne is left to navigate the terrain of monsters, bloodshed, and ashes alone, save for the neighbours she's known for years...and colin. will she forgive what never was all those years before?
this is a story about falling in love with colin creevey.
this story includes southern gothic and apocalypse themes.