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[falter]The boy is 16 and still he does not know. He wakes up to the pale, watery tears of moonlight, perched on the midnight cusp of insanity and truth while the tower of Gryffindor is deep in dream. Some nights, he sits by the tall glass window and wonders what it is like to be someone whose skin does not bear scars. He is thankful to be where he

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[vequihellin]

Wow, that is beautifully written. Great work.

Veq.

[estebanmaturin]

WOW...

"He attends the funeral of the red-headed boy and the brown haired girl and tries to remember what they called him..."

maybe some of it is a little too wordy. but WOW...

[bloodanna]

*gasps* That is so beautifully done, I can just see it in my head.
The Watery tears of moonlight and the salty taste of broken stars bits are just wonderful. *Saves in favs*