Before I fall || George Weasley

She shifts her gaze to the table and hides her hands in the sleeves of her wide sweatshirt.

"Follow your dreams. If someone doesn't like the idea, it doesn't mean you have to give up, there are many people who support you. Maybe she thinks it's a bad idea now, but in the future she'll love it."

"Please, don-don't touch me". His hand falls next to his body as he takes a step back when he sees her begin to tremble.

She had to learn to love pain in order to become strong, careless, without feelings.

She was a wine stain on a white coat. She was something beautiful but incomprehensible, different from the rest who were the same.

She feels a shiver run down her spine as her memory comes to mind. She felt her hands shock, feeling the blade cut her again, and the screams of agony could be heard in the bathroom.