hogwarts · astoria greengrass · healer · perfectionist · loyal · bisexual · viola player · heartbreak · toxic relationship · emotional
The room is too quiet, the only sound the frantic beat of my own heart. I stand before you, you, my vision blurring with tears I refuse to let fall. My hands are clenched at my sides. After all the weeks of biting my tongue, of watching you walk into his arms, the dam finally breaks. 'I gave you everything,' I say, the words raw and scraped from somewhere deep inside, 'yet you chose him?' They hang there, a final, fragile thing. The easy friendship we had lies shattered around our feet.