Desolation [h.s]

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"When I first saw you
The end was soon
To Bethlehem it slouched
And then it must've caught a good look at you"
-NFWMB

Evil; profoundly immoral and wicked. There are things in this world that are bad and then there are things that are truly evil. Sinister. Instances where something is so immoral that someone pure and clean has no mind to comprehend that someone can commit such an act. But there are some who can. Those who have that evilness inside them, that blackness in their hearts.

They bring about destruction, devastation, wherever they go. The only thing left behind when they leave is chaos.

What they had was a love no one could understand. So rooted in their twisted minds that only they could appreciate it. Every step they took together left the world in pieces around them. Two dark hearts made for the other, and only each other.

Evil. Sinister. Destruction. Devastation. Desolation.
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The knife travels down my chest, light enough that it won't cut me but hard enough that if the tiniest bit of pressure is added, the blade will pierce right through my skin.

My eyes flicker up to Harry's, his own a shade darker and trapped on the way the blade is tracing my collarbone.

"Such a pretty thing," he whispers. "So delicate, so perfect."

He leans forward, his lips right against my ear and I can feel them brush against me as he utters his next words.

"Would be such a shame if someone were to ruin it."