He knows, with a burning certainty, that when winter comes, he'll die. It's just . . . he's never known what he's going to die for, in the end.

Pansy used to fear the lines she didn't draw on her arms, but now it's the only thing keeping her alive.

The clock is always ticking. But, eventually, everything must come to an end.

Hermione didn't want to fall in love, but when you put two wrongs together, you'll always get a right.

To help one, we must sacrifice another. And maybe in the end, it would just be easier to lose it all. DM/HP soulmate AU

It's a reflection, an endless cycle. Love is torture but falling feels so beautiful.

Through life and through death, the strongest of loves prevail. Or so Remus has heard.

Maybe it's a beautiful thing, the way people fall apart and the little shards of them that remain are what we fall in love with in the end.