Thank you for this bitter knowledge, guardian angels who left me stranded. It was worth it, feeling abandoned. Makes one hardened, but what is happening to love? You got me writing lyrics on postcards, then in the evening looking at stars. But the brightest of the planets is Mars, then what is happening to love?
Disclaimer: Sebastian Bradley is entirely fictional and belongs to one, JK Rowling, and her people. Everything at all related to Harry Potter is property of JK Rowling, Scholastic, Bloomsbury, Warner Brothers, and everyone on their end. I'm just using him for the nefarious purposes of role-playing and entertainment, no money is being made and I have none to give. Sebastian's PB, Edward Sullen Robert Pattinson, is similarly not mine; he belongs to himself. This is all fake; it's a roleplay journal for mulligan_mods. The comic is by Kate Beaton. ♥