{Nothing is ever forgotten}
“It was torture, he knew; the memories he still holds of Ginny flood every empty space, every dark corner where he kissed her, every step he takes is surrounded by her air, the rhythm of her shoes walking beside him, brushing her hand timidly against his, and his hand in an unwillingly and shameful movement would attempt to linger at her waist, trying to grasp something that wasn’t there anymore”







