He was never good company anyways. And he never shut up. Why would he choose now, of all times, to shut up?

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They toy with her, volcanic laughter rumbling the skies when she pulls away, arrogant smiles stretching the clouds towards the sun when Fleur returns—it’s a promise that things will never be stable; a deal with the Devil to get what she wants, but never the way she wants it.

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She remembers reading, a long time ago, that every single cell in the human body replaces itself after seven years. That means that she never touched this body. This body that she used to know like the back of her hand holds no memory of her touch.

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My own eyes don't turn at all away from the pile of stones, a mountain with twin drakehounds flying as flags at its peak. Not until I breathe, and I finally let go. Dead again, after all these years of waiting. I'll thank her, at least, for returning. Even in a box

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The angel and the devil at her sides were giving her a choice. And strangely enough, she couldn’t decipher who was who.

All she did know was that one of them was trying to contain her while the other was offering her a chance to escape the cage she’d been trapped in her whole life.

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The way they looked at me in fear, and disgust, and pity. I hated the way Siri saw me. He used to love me. He forgot. Lost hope in me. Part of me hated him for it. That he so quickly forgot who I was