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Luca passed through the great doors of Hogwarts, dragging his feet as though the weight of his whole life past, present, and future were chained to his ankles. He had once sworn that the world would never break him, but swore in vain for in the span of this past week he learned that the work of just a few doctors alone could destroy all that he once deemed so important.
He learned that faith was fleeting when chains constricted tighter around him every time he so much as thought of Wonderland. He learned that trust was a Trojan Horse as shocks were sent through his body every time he saw what others were too stubborn to see. He learned that tears only made the pain worse as he was forced to remember all those hurt and killed because of him. He learned that love was languid in the face of torture. He learned that fighting was pointless.
He was broken.
Hope. Faith. Trust. Love. Meaning. Salvation. Escape. Dreams. All just words turned to pretty veils layered over the revolting face of that bride called Reality.
People like to think they have it all together, that their beliefs, their hopes and dreams, even their minds are their own. People like to think their lives can't be molded like clay drowned in the collected rapids of past remorse. But their thoughts deceive them. Luca knew this now. He knew that there was a special place reserved on the clock for everyone, when that minute hand would hit it's mark and cue the moment when another individual's soul would be claimed by the force that would break it.
Luca had been claimed.
So as he dragged his hollowed body down the stairs and through the halls to the Slytherin common room he felt the anchors of sanity grounding him and knew there was no longer an escape from reality. He muttered the password and entered the common room, looking up with dead eyes at a familiar face that should have made everything better.
"Hello Jack." he said in a monotone voice, void of all emotion. There was no "better" anymore. So Luca just stood there. Staring. Knowing that the boy standing before him, his Wonderland, like everything else, was a lie.