You’d think after all these years that there’d be some part of me that still hates you, that’s disgusted by having to be in the same room as you as you and your kind. But there isn’t, Granger, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about that.
She could go all day saying why she loves him this much, why she loves his darkness – and his lightness – and how good he made her feel, but she would just say she fell in love, like people fall for silly jokes and how rain falls on a rainy day. She just did. (x)
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