Taste of Youth

this is not a place for cowards.

“You still make grief look beautiful.”

“You make a poor case for prison.”

Traitor’s weren’t meant to be so handsome. Murder’s weren’t meant to make my heart stutter the way it did. But here he was not as handsome as before but still undeniably so. His grey eyes never wavered from my face. The haunted look in them was harder to bare than I thought it would be. My chest ached horribly at the sight of him; I had hoped he’d stay as a dog a little longer so that I might pretend he wasn’t what he was. My hopes had never gotten me very far.

“Please, don’t look at me like that.”

My hand tightened on my wand, “Look at you like what.”

“Like I killed them.”

“But you did.”
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Two minds and all the places they have been
The spaces in between


so uh I haven't written anything in a long long time. I only recently started reading fanfiction again - things have been....messy to say the least. I missed this story though.
-A