When I was with him, there was something glorious about ‘forever’. ‘Forever’ had possibilities.
Woooo… Hooooo! Good Merlin, Padfoot. Hahahahaha! This is amaaaaaaazing!
Told you it was better than a broomstick.
I should get one of these.
No, you bloody should not.
You greedy git! What will I do when you’re not around then?
‘Forever’ is merely a Boggart now, with the waves still crashing against the lower walls. But I still have James inside me, and that is something.
Winters by hestiajones.