"He stumbles to his bed and falls face first into his pillows, giving vent to a sigh from the depths of his soul. The sound bounces off the walls of the empty dormitory, and makes him lonely in all new places -- just behind his ears and beneath his toenails and between the fragile bones of his left (and favorite) wrist. It's barely dawn and everything's gray. "
From sheafrotherdon's Fic: How Sirius Came To Say 'I Love You'
(You see? This is what happens when I have nothing to do at work... I blog until you're all SICK of me!)
5 years ago
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