“you ever think about...how harry might hear cassandra’s voice in his head calling his name, so he turns around in hopes her death wasn’t real, but then he sees she’s not there and it was just all his imagination? no? just me? okay.”
you said you never cried, but you sobbed in my shoulder saying goodbye and i got lost on most days but counting your freckles i never lost my place and i wonder if you still think of me the same way