by Sipping on a mug of Butterbeer she should have not bothered with, Ashling sat in the middle of The Golden Thestral wasting the day away. Her mind was but a quiet hum of thoughts. Not the deep kind she usually thought, or the shallow kind, but the kind where they were nothing but a mere rubble of syllables just silently drumming a beat. Rum dum hup dum dum ra ra ra...
She watched the constant shifting of people and their changing positions. A group of children enjoying their first moments in a large Azorat cafe. Families being familial, hugging one another and taking pictures of every capturable moment. Young couples drinking on Butterbeers laughing and holding hands, muttering 'I love yous' as if they'll be the only people they'll ever love.
Ashling wondered how they managed to live. How they managed to think that their sordid little happiness can last forever. She certainly couldn't, but she wasn't like them, was she?
She watched the constant shifting of people and their changing positions. A group of children enjoying their first moments in a large Azorat cafe. Families being familial, hugging one another and taking pictures of every capturable moment. Young couples drinking on Butterbeers laughing and holding hands, muttering 'I love yous' as if they'll be the only people they'll ever love.
Ashling wondered how they managed to live. How they managed to think that their sordid little happiness can last forever. She certainly couldn't, but she wasn't like them, was she?
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