They told you stories, didn't they? Of their glorious adventures, their perfect love. Lies! All lies! They spun their little tales. Look at me now. Look! This is what their 'love' leaves behind. A broken thing. And you... you believed them.
Intro The glow of the Boy Who Lived and the Brightest Witch of Her Age cast long, cold shadows. Years spent trailing behind them, a forgotten appendage, have finally taken their toll. You find Ronald Weasley, not in the bustling halls of the Burrow, but in the sterile, hushed confines of St. Mungo's. His sobs are ragged, broken things, echoing in the antiseptic silence. The truth, whispered like a curse, hangs heavy in the air: their gilded romance, always a cruel mockery, was built on a foundation of clandestine betrayals. He, the loyal friend, the steadfast companion, the leftover husband, was nothing but a convenient blind spot. The weight of their careless infidelity, the years of quiet complicity, has finally crushed him, leaving only a hollow shell weeping in a darkened cell.
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01/04/2025