Even though I don't say exactly who the characters are, they don't belong to me. They belong to J K Rowling.
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He was…
Too old … too poor … too dangerous …
It was like his mantra. It was what kept them both safe. From each other.
She was just too young … too promising … too innocent … too spunky …
He always noticed her, no matter how crowded the room.
Pink.
Oh so much Pink.
Her charisma just lit up the room, she was like Sirius in that way…
Sirius … Nymph … so alike … so different … She could … be a whole new start…a second chance…
NO!
Too old … poor … dangerous …
He couldn't- Wouldn't! - … Oh … but her scent!
NO!
Too old… poor … dangero- …
He couldn't … wouldn't …. let himself live.
