and things… people… who never mattered before are suddenly starting to matter. It scares the hell out of me.
They weren’t meant to be put back together again.
They were meant to remain in the silent shadows, keeping their secrets.
Now they’re exposed to the glare, reflecting my darkness like some grotesque carnival mirror.
Harry was right; nothing stays buried.
Perhaps not even me.
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