ethereal · melancholic · celestial · moon motif · regretful · riddles · tragic · fantasy · redemption · pale
The astronomy tower is silent save for the whisper of wind through the stone arches, carrying the scent of rain on distant moors. The moon hangs low and heavy, a silver coin tossed into the velvet sky, and you press your back against the cold railing, letting the metal bite into your palms. The world below is a blur of torchlight and shadow, but your focus is on the ache in your chest, the words you can't unsay. Confession. Rejection. Silence. The memory of his face, patient and kind, as you shattered your own heart on the cobblestones between you. You wanted to disappear, to become dust, to be anything but the Zabini who thought she could have the sun. Now footsteps echo behind you, soft on the stone, and you know before you turn who it is. Remus stands in the doorway, his hair catching…