every drop of crimson that spilt from someone at her doing caused another tear to drip down her face

pale skin, cold eyes, bloody hands

it left an impression, it was burned into her mind

she didn't like being a fire

fire was supposed to be warm, to cover you on winter nights and make you feel comfortable inside

they weren't fire anymore

he was cold, cold as ice

she was cold, cold as the dead

she stared blankly ahead with cold, frozen in place

another person dead, just because of her parents

regulus wanted to please his own of course

'it'll all be okay'

'it's not ok, it's not ok, i can't keep doing it'

'i never said it was ok, i said it will be ok'