this white room had been getting dimmer lately. or maybe i'd just grown used to it's blinding tendency's.
"dance with me, merry."
"to what music?"
"to the music of your ever beating heart," he chuckled melodically.
"don't," i laughed, too, shortly.
he was right.
i was dead.
but my heart was beating.
slower by the day, but beating.
i hated it.
he didn't seem too bothered by it.
harry's fingers locked with mine, and we moved gently and slow to nothing. he spun me out and back into his arms, where he held me closer than i thought he could've. his eyes were so, so blue. iridescent. flecked in the colours of the sky.
"you remind me of caramel," he murmured.
"caramel?"
"your eyes, the colour. but it says a lot about you, too. you're sweet but you're sticky. you don't like to be touched."
"that's funny," i paused, ignoring how he'd read me so well. "and you remind me of blue gemstones. aqua marine. it's my favourite...you're my favourite."
harry was warm.
i was so, so cold.
not even that fucking fire heated me up.
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the angels | w2s
Fanfictiondon't stay up with homemade dynamite / in which she sets herself alight, only to find the light of her 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳life. trigger warning - suicide, death, fire lowercase intended
