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The instant strain stung my bitter heart while I heart Draco's raspy wail.
Estelle had died.
And she had been brutally killed by the man who had beat her down every day until she felt like absolutely nothing.
As one of Estelle's most familiar male figures before Draco had came into her life, I was always defending her. A guy denied her? I was always right there to help and to listen to her cries. Ron hurt her? I was there to help. Pansy and I were her support system, her shoulders to cry on. And to see her being utterly mistreated absolutely killed me.
There was nothing under the Sun that was positive that Estelle didn't deserve. I aspire now in her last few years of life, she didn't have to be regularly burdened with the constant control and depression she endured from her rotten ex-boyfriend, Ron. I wish she could've lived her life the way she had always desired it to be in her last couple of years, and not the way Ron pleased.
God, will I miss her.
And God will everyone else.
Because who couldn't adore that heart of gold.
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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 '𝟗𝟔 ; 𝐝. 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 ✓
Fanfiction"Tell me Estelle, do you really want to die with fears?" "Maybe we're destined for each other, it's written in the stars." "Constellations are nothing without the stars. Just like I am nothing without Estelle." Estelle Evelyn Armstrong is a 5th year...
