Created for hd_remix.
Medium: ink and pencil
it's cheap as apathy
the future atrophies
the more i dream
still i crawl inside your grave
for those lost november days
through the scars
i'll find your light again
Excerpts from Every Second by Aja (READ THE FIC. DO IT NOW):
I won't forgive you--forgiveness means eventually I might accept, and acceptance means I might move on, and moving on means one day I might forget--and I would go to hell cursing your name so loudly you would hear it every night in your heavenly dreams, Potter, before I will ever forget how much you loved me. How much it hurts, this unfulfilled need for you. How much it will always hurt, every second I am alive and breathing without you. Every second, Potter. Every goddamned second.
So I curl my arms around you every night hoping the morning will discover a dent in my pillow--but there's nothing, and I know how empty the bed must feel, and how much you ache. How much I ache for you, my sterling rose. But I am here--they could not make me cross the bar without you. Never without you.