amarillo • r lupin

❁Eight❁

Black was the colour of the darkness of the situation, spells after spells shot to each other. He and his friends fought together, battling fiercely.

Black was the colour of the cruel plan forming in a witch's mind, dragging the girl up into the battlefield.

Black the colour of the stab in his heart as he watches her appear. All to soon, a green light shot towards her sending agony through him as he cried out.

Black was the colour the world turned for her, squeezing the happiness out of his.

Black was the colour of her demise.