I thought I would be a good kid all my life. I thought I liked the "savior" type, but when I met him.
Everything is no longer everything.
I fell madly in love with that platinum color. Not everyone sees the world as complete. His world, just like his pupils, is a vast expanse of gray.
I suddenly wanted to give him happiness, even though I knew that the noble Malfoy did not need sympathy and pity.
—The bloody setting sun, small desert
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