“Fleur Delacour, whose whole narrative is wrapped up in her physical beauty until the point where she stands up and says hey, it’s not. Fleur Delacour, the Beauxbaxton’s champion, Fleur Delacour who stands with the Order, Fleur Delacour who loves and fights with fierce devotion […] How is this someone to hate?” (x)
we pass each other in the hallways at school and she can’t meet my eye.Maybe it is because it hurts too much. Maybe it is because she can’t think about who we used to be, how much we meant to each other. Maybe I’m just somebody she used to know, maybe she has amnesia and can’t remember the girl she used to call her best friend. Maybe she doesn’t remember the secrets we shared, the laughs we had, the tears we cried, the memories we made.Or maybe that is just what I want to believe.
The girl she used to call her best friend/Excerpt from a book i’ll never write/22:46/FH
Beth Greene Appreciation Week: day 5; favorite quote ↳The thing is, I’ve been starting to get afraid that it’s easier just to be a f r a i d. But this morning Daddy said something, “If you don’t have hope, what’s the point of living?”