seen from Australia
seen from Australia
seen from Thailand
seen from France
seen from China
seen from Kazakhstan
seen from United States
seen from Yemen
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Italy
seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from Taiwan
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seen from United States
seen from Ukraine
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Mexico
“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”
Alecto crumpled the letter in her hand. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to marry someone I’ve never met. I thought perhaps...” Perhaps it would be Evan, with whom she would at least have good company and a level of understanding. Or any of the boys she went to school with even, someone she had a face for, an acquaintance with. “I don’t see an alternative.”
“i can’t breathe, i can’t –”
Alecto cradled his head carefully, holding still despite the frantic energy running through her. What did she do? What did she do? Where was her wand? Hadn’t she learned some healing magic once? He was bleeding so fast, and gasping and the sounds were worse than anything she had ever heard– Alecto had heard people die before, had taken their last breaths herself but it had never been like this; never so desperate or terrible or wretched as when it was Evan dying in her arms. Evan wasn’t supposed to die, not here, not like this. “You can, please. Please Evan you have to.” Alecto Carrow did not beg, but Evan had been an exception as long as she had known him and she felt, once again, helpless. What else was there to do?
[OWL]: Did what we have mean nothing to you?
[owl]: don’t. you know that’s not true. i don’t know how to feel this.
have you ever wanted something more with a friend?
“Yes, and I got it. And regretted it.”
