warning: this story includes no capitalisation and a non-linear timeline.
disclaimer: i do not own harry potter, which is jk rowling's, or to the end, which is blur's.

robots
well you and i / collapsed in love
to the end – blur

i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry

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one day, a nurse comes into the room. this happens rather frequently, but to be honest, you don't actually care. you have some sort of disorder or something. all it means is that you're allowed to be a bitch.

"do you want to get up, love?"

"no."

(you were brought up better than this but then there was a car crash the end.)

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blood and screaming and oh my god that's not teddy is it it can't be teddy because teddy doesn't break he's invincible

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it's been a few years because at some point physio taught you how to walk again and rose taught you how to put on makeup again and lucy taught you manners again and dominique taught you how to fuck manners again.

red hair and dead eyes. that's you.

lily luna potter, the fucking enigma.

some guy walks over and it's a shame, really, because he could almost be okay-looking if his eyes were a nicer colour and his hair was messier and he looked more like teddy.

"can i buy you a drink?"

"vodka would be nice."

bored bored bored.

he takes you back to his flat and you shag. (obviously.) that's basically all. it would be the best night of your life if you weren't so fucking bored.

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you're not quite sure why everyone is pretending you're okay because you're quite obviously not.

how can anyone be anymore?

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blood and screaming and why the hell isn't he breathing tell me he's going to be okay i don't even care about me if he's okay if he's okay if he's okay

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"can't you think about how hard this is for victoire?"

"i don't give the slightest shit about victoire."

he cared more about you and you agree with that sentiment.

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i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry

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