Every year, Severus tried to tell himself that he was acting a fool, but a small part of him refused to abandon hope.
I would sit with him on the shoreline, sifting through the washed up wreckages of misfit shells and ...
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My true colours show.
I wake up to the sounds of crows and fall asleep to the sound of crows. There's no changing that.