ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʀᴀɪɴʙᴏᴡs ᴇɴᴅ

                       she  plates  the  truth  not  in  golden  threads  but  in  the  most  BITTER  way,  one  that  is  crystal  clear  &  thrown  right  to  the  centre.        

                      ❝                     alex !       you  look  absolutely  hideous !    ❞

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                        VOICE  OF  A  NIGHTINGALE,       grace   peeking  through   the  cracks   of   her  song.        attention   gathered ;                 &  she  sang   with   a   warmth    even  the  first  rays    of    the     sun    couldn’t    match.       her  focus      WAVERS FOR A MOMENT,            her  professional  touch  losing   its    STRENGTH.   compliments   were  frequent           but    she   appreciated  every  little  one  that  came  along  her  way.  

               ❝    thank you.     ❞        his   stench  catches  her   off  guard,   not  allowing   a  smile  to   ( SHINE THROUGH. )        caution.

Gryffindor: dirty jokes, do-it-for-the-vine, loud and hearty guffaws, physical pranks, at themselves and each other, knee-slapping, random tickling attacks, tears of relief and joy, raucous celebratory laughter

Ravenclaw: High and clear, musical laughter, intelligent jokes, punchlines, horrible wordplay and puns, obscure inside jokes, mischievous twinkles, waiting for the other shoe to drop, elaborate pranks

Hufflepuff: warm and chuckling laughter, snorting milk, sputtering water, laughing until you can't breathe, teasing and ribbing, team-effort pranks, false innocence, irony, the onion headlines, dad jokes

          ❝                           I  just  want  to  stop  feeling  like   I’M A BAD PERSON.     ❞

                     ❛   you can’t ask me that, alex, it’s not fair.   ❜

   there is despair in her voice,        little stones of doubt that weigh her down and    pull her under,     small threads of truth she has woven as a trap,     a self-made    prison of love and unfairness,    salted tears and the sort of love that makes the    sun shine in the morning.  she is on the edge of breaking,   standing on chasm,    overlooking the sea of reason, preparing herself to drown.  rosie dunne did not    allow herself to have shiny things, the sun was banned and all things good and    kind were to be given to her daughter. ( he was everything   —   and so she    allowed herself nothing. )

                                                                       ❛   she has a life here, alex.  ❜                                                              ❛   she has friends, a home, familiarity.  ❜                                                                 ❛   i can’t take it away from her, ❜                                                               ❛   my happiness does not rival hers.  ❜    a tear escapes her eye,             and makes a lonely descent down her cheek,   absent-mindendly wiped away    –   she has cried so much in the past years   that the act of such is no longer revolutionary.                                                                       ❛   she has a best friend.  ❜                                                                           ❛   —- she has love.  ❜                                                                  ❛   and i cannot for the life of me, ❜                                                               ❛   take away something so beautiful,  ❜                                                                           ❛   as a best friend.   ❜

                                ❛  Right ………  ❜   

                            ❛  Of course               ❜    

                And a SHALLOW chuckle escaped past his lips as he shook his head               to dismiss the idea that he had proposed a few seconds ago ; as the mere                                                   thought was preposterous.

                                     Katie had a life here ; in Dublin ( where she belongs ) .                                           She has a BEST FRIEND and the one thing he                                     could never have or ever will          love. true love.

                  The sea of melancholy was slowly drowning him.          Under the burning crimson sky, and screeching black stars,           the contempt that boils within , created only a greater sorrow.           This contempt for himself, and the reproach he give himself,                              he couldn’t bear. This abuse he couldn’t withstand,                 One thing that the torment and pain did was                                                    feed his growing hidden sorrow.

                   Emotions flooding;  shivers down his spine,                              freezing into the depth of his bones,              Hurting. He hides... Like the moon behind the sun;                                      aches and sorrow behind his smile.

                                       His hand reached out to wipe the descending tear off her                                                      cheek, as his lips twitched up further,                                                      a facade that would hide away hollowness of his heart.