Bloodshot eyes and tired bodies. Awkward kisses. Worried thoughts and anxiety racked minds. The want to be with the other person. The fear to be with the other person. Scratches, cuts, bruises. Small touches that feel less electric. Jumping at small noises and crying in the silence of night. Dirt and blood caked under fingernails. Falling into a cold empty bed. Tear stained cheeks and bloody fingers. Hope, love, faith. Shattered glass. Broken promises. Heated words exchanged in the dead of night. Trust lost. Relationships shattered. Fear. So much fear.
Fuck JKR 