No light, no light in your bright blue eyes I never knew daylight could be so violent A revelation in the light of day You can’t choose what stays and what fades away And I’d do anything to make you stay
one: you can’t choose what stays and what fades away
Harry didn’t notice the change to his skin that morning. Compared to the other tattoos he had dotting his arm, the tiny “won’t stop till we surrender…” was a very subtle change, but still there nonetheless. He should have noticed the only script on his arm, but like every morning he was in a rush to get ready. He shoved his legs into his pants and pulled his work shirt over his head, running out of his shared bedroom only ten minutes after waking up.