••UNDERGOING MAJOR REWRITES!!•• ((currently editing chapter10)) "One day I looked at you, and it suddenly occurred to me how beautiful your smile was, I heard music in your laughter; I saw constellations in your eyes. You asked me why I had bothered to open my mouth to talk to you. The second I denied any feelings for you was the moment I realised. Willow, you are a free spirit, a wandering star, though you fit in my arms as if you were made to be there. Quite honestly, I'd let you drag me to Azkaban if it means you'll hold my hand." tw- anxiety//suicide