❛ even monsters are welcome when your home feels empty. ❜
❛ i have grown tired of your self pitying , william , it is becoming rather old. ❜ a beat , her finger running through the layer of dust that has settled upon the furniture of this house. the darkness settles , the danger grows , and they find themselves confined within the walls of a muggle house ——- it’s rather brilliant , she’ll give them that , to hide where no purist would dare to step on. to every word she says , there are a thousand she does not : i know what you are going through. the throat before the scream , the denial of the self. i know , i know : i’ve called it a home , let it settle in between my ribs. i know , i know , i have been there , i have called it a home , i have hated my existence for the mere fact i was breathing. she stands , tall, unflinching , lips pressed against one another before she finally speaks. ❛ you are not a monster for things beyond your control. you actions are what define your nature, not nature in it of itself. ❜
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