"Real love is feeling like being a part of that person's life almost isn't enough. It's more like a feeling that you would live in the same skin with them if you could and share every thought, heart beat, and emotion as one."
A semi-concious Sirius pops in with a crack, the key in his hand which Narcissa had given him to get to Rosie's. His torso is bruised and cut, half covered by a blanket, the Black family crest having been carved into his chest by blades. He manages to steady himself, wincing as he moves.
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Rosie,
"Real love is feeling like being a part of that person's life almost isn't enough. It's more like a feeling that you would live in the same skin with them if you could and share every thought, heart beat, and emotion as one."
John <3
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Rosie...? 'Cissa said...here...
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