HEAVY IS THE HEAD THAT BEARS THE BURDEN. everything feels far too fresh for his liking, and what he wouldn’t give to ESCAPE his own head, escape the pain that comes with losing someone very close to you. it hurts so much, and everything within him simply ACHES for relief. ( crescent moon imprints on the palms of his hands, a small tether to reality. ) harry does not know when or if he’ll ever completely heal, but for now, his throat BURNS with grief, his eyes with tears, and his heart is held together by a DANGLING THREAD. quiet footsteps echo as he makes his way down to the LEAVING FEAST, expecting to be fully alone. he’s pushed everyone away by this point, though a part of him still longs for company, while the rest is DETERMINED to lock himself away and never come out. the BRIGHT PINK SHOES catch his eye first, hung from the rafters by his laces. then, he sees her from behind, with her SCRAGGLY BLONDE HAIR, her wand tucked behind her ear for safekeeping. he stands beside her, his eyes drawn up to the ceiling. ❝ are those your shoes, luna ? ❞
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