"Nobody will wait in the same place forever, Sirius," I told him.
He walked toward the distance without looking back.
And I...
I stayed forever in the year I had been waiting for him.
Harry found a photograph in the pocket of his godfather's discarded clothes.
In the picture, a noble girl stood beside a handsome, spirited young man. A proud, radiant smile played on her face, while the boy looked impatient, though the corner of his mouth was secretly lifted.
They stood a little apart, yet somehow it felt as though they had both silently accepted the other's closeness.
The girl's face in the photograph had faded and turned pale, as if someone had stroked it countless times through endless nights.
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