I hate that you weren't there.  I don't know how to forgive you for it.  You said that you'd look after me ... you lied.  You didn't.  I was alone, the whole time, wishing you'd come back for me.  You never did.

You never will.

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out of the blue.  tragicsun

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The stars shone with a timeless brilliance. Here we were, seated on the hillside, admiring these celestial bodies. The youthful figures of mother and daughter nestled together beneath the willow tree that stood out from the wildfree landscape. One pair of eyes was drawn to the sky, head tilted slightly, a gentle smile illuminating her face, while the other remained fixed on the precious child she was fortunate to call her own.

The mother lain her prayers for her daughter. Such a generous gift for above. In the most unwanted circumstances a blessing in disguise ... yes indeed. There was fault in her guilt and yet much adoration when her daughter was welcomed into the world. The harsh world seemed to soften at the sound of the first cry, brighten with the first smile, and mend all the broken pieces of her empty past with a newfound sense of meaning.

Celine Monet was meant to be a mother.

A mother she was. Immense love poured from her being. Once no purpose and now ... now her daughter gave her life the soul it needed to carry on. Indigo Evangeline Monet was a diamond in the rough, light in the eerie colors offered by the world. Beauty reflected within her body ... in and out Indie was a rare sight for sore eyes. A treasure one could only dream of upholding.

Many years of love and support built a strong and lovely girl. She graciously swept the earth with smiles and bright skies. Stars within her eyes are identical to the ones they watch. A bond of strength. The pair were conjoined, a match of perfection ... all gone within an instant.

The leaning twirl of melting ice cream ( blueberry ) dripped onto the pavement, heated by the blazing sun dipping down for a long night's rest. The sky blew a butterfly kiss, the chilly breeze of the approaching nightfall grazing the gleam of sweat. The sound of her mother's melody echoed in the dark distance. The rhythm of that song ... their song. On the radio of the car, sweet and low,  powered by their own senseless harmonies.

A piece of their own little life, fueled by the enjoyment of their own company. Comfort flooded the air that surrounded them. Such a sweet moment that could not stop the tears flowing from the harsh reality. Blaring lights knocked into their own. Rolling down the hill, the very hill they lie peacefully on ... is where Celine rested her eyes that night. Free of all pain. Free of the suffering. Of the guilt as she left her blood and soul to crumble with the loss.

Silence became her enemy. The quiet brought the burden of the truth. Her mother was gone, in front of her own eyes and yet Indie didn't want to believe it. No matter how many times it replayed as her eyes fluttered shut. The noise of nothing only persuaded her demons, mockery was a form of torture. All that pain Celine ended that night transformed into an everlasting nightmare indie would endure the rest of her life.

Not even those around her could soften her wounds. The struggle of everyday life was something she had grown accustomed to. Pretending was her norm. After all no one knew ... and she wanted it to stay that way.  Now, nearly two years later — as her mothers death anniversary approaches, Indie recognizes the truth but yet at what end?

She wasn't as strong as her mother claimed her to be, how could she summon that strength when said strength was demolished? She was nothing more than a crack in the middle of an endless road to despair. A ghost in the wind, accepting her fate to be taken away and never seen again.

She didn't recognize herself anymore ... but yet, maybe she needed to try. Perhaps a new reason to regain some semblance of normalcy in a fresh world without her mother.

A boy with his own doubts may be the answer to both of their questioning fate.

THE MAIN CAST    /    2024.

on chance for peace, don't lose sight of yourself. lavender and blueberries is what I'm made off.

serenity and serendipity are my life lines. turn my gray world into a colorful world. he's the sun and I'm the moon. take us away to relax ... to live ... to be happy.

Aslihan Malbora / Indigo Evangeline Monet

I.      We love until it's gone. It's hard to love a figment of my imagination. I want your comforting touch, wrinkled hands of love on my sobbing face. Sweet smile, rays of light behind your eyes. I miss it more than what I'm worth. I feel empty ... why can't anyone help me?

George Mackay / Fred & George Weasley

II.      I'm used the to comparison of ignorance. You are me and I am you. I feel I have lost my sense of self ... outside of ourselves. I am a shadow. Hidden by your loud presence. I laugh and joke along. But I long for another. A sense of reality that you do not wish to see. So I ask — who will be there?

Rachel Hilson / Beaumont 'Beau' Johnson

III.     I crave the feeling of triumph. I want to know that I'm needed, to be seen even if it comes at a gruesome price. Adventurous I am. Plain you are. Communication is a playing field of distraction. One I can't focus upon. Take me as I am no matter my flaws ... despite the pain I've put you through.

&&.

Ruth Gemmell / ( Miss) Marion Edwards

Simone Ashley, Simone Belrose      Calam Lynch, Roger Davies         India Amarteifio, Millie Hawthorne  
Wolfgang Novogratz, Oliver Ludwig
Zaria Simone, Angelina Johnson      Kedar Williams-Stirling, Lee Jordan          Jessica Alexander, Gina Randolph Avantika Vandanapu, Katie Bell

&

As Described, Celine Monet†
Sean Bean, Henry Edwards
David Thewlis, Remus Lupin
the harry potter cast, themselves

Josie Speaks !

I.  I'm publishing this again because it deserves to be seen and not rot away in my drafts, so here you lovers go! I love writing stories that I would love to read as a reader and this one would be at the top of my lists. this story is my all time favorite that I've come up with so far. It has come to mean a lot to me and I'm absolutely in love with the entire plan I have for this story. It's going to be great.

II.  Although there will be a few minor changes/improvements to the storyline. So if you remember this story and come across this again, feel free to reread!

III.  George Weasley is my favorite twin. Sorry not sorry. I absolutely love him so much and I've decided he deserves
a good love story. I also changed his faceclaim just because I think it fits better especially with the book description of the twins. I still love and adore Oliver and James and if you wish to view them no different then do as you please!

IV.  Indie x George Love Tropes :

V.  Warnings — this book contains strong language,
mentions of death, anxiety, bullying, mean comments, selfishness, major ptsd, depressed thoughts & feelings, brief mentions of mental illness, mental abuse, abandonment issues, gory and mature themes. trigger warnings will be added to the beginnings of chapters if needed. no extreme sexual themes will be featured.

VI.  Dedications —  sweetvinyls covenslore bbyzules -lostgardens softasgardian tearsricochets sweetvinyls heart_stopped_ sluteras Hopeligh12 mooneylupin1 SimpingOverFicPple zozoleesi wandasmaximoff- allisonsluv -druigsluvr fireIords ultwriting calebsslut macp0rterr _naomiwrites nostalgiclogan -cigarettebruises harringtonsike jinspix ioveddie Hjpslytherclaw my-wasted-youth athenasrot bdhabitss luvmudson  killingbvys minzynari && anyone else who loves the harry potter franchise and george weasley. thank you to all mentioned and all who read, vote, and comment and
thank you for supporting me and this story.

I love you all ❥

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