The black hole of the window where you sleep / The night breeze carries something sweet, a peach tree / Wild women don't get the blues, but I find that Lately, I've been crying like a tall child / So please, hurry, leave me, I can't breathe / Please don't say you love me​​​​​──────────MITSKI, First Love / Late Sping.

WALBURGA BLACK ASKED HER GRANDSON, "Where is your cousin?" And Atlas responded with another question. "Am I my cousin's keeper?" And from that moment on, Atlas became Este's keeper. Everyone knew the story of Abel and Cain──it was the symbol story of the human soul. The greatest terror a child can have is that they are not loved, and rejection is the hell they fear. Everyone in the world has felt rejection. And with rejection comes anger, and with anger some kind of crime in revenge for the rejection, and in crime guilt──and there is the story of mankind. If rejection could be amputated, the human would not be what he is. Maybe there would be fewer crazy people──there would not be many jails. Abel and Cain's story was a chart of the soul──────the secret, rejected, guilty soul. Cain and Abel──Este and Atlas.

IN THE WISE WORDS OF MATTHEO RIDDLE, Marrying a Martyr never works out. Este Black knew this──she knew how the world worked; Heroes would sacrifice you to save the world, but villains would sacrifice the world to save you. Este believed that she would one day marry someone just as miserable and sick as she was. Yet Harry Potter was this breath of fresh air in a room full of expensive cologne and perfume that was choking Este. Harry Potter was a specky little git with a savior complex and a scar that told the world that he would be the chosen one to defeat the evilest wizard ever──He would be the one to save them all. And on a cold night, in a silent corridor, Este Black asked Harry Potter as she took a drag of a cigarette, "If you had to sacrifice me to save the world, would you?" Harry Potter only gave her a coy smile before snatching her cigarette and tossing it away as she protested, he smiled at her, pulled her closer, and whispered: "I'll save you and the world." before kissing her with every fiber in his body.

FIRST LOVE IS SOMETHING NAIVE AND INNOCENT────The blossoming beauty of one's first love is something one never forgets. The saccharine kisses and childish giggles while the butterflies fluttered in your ribs, trapped there fluttering restlessly. Este Black and Harry Potter's first spring love came in the year they both turned sixteen──Of course, everything began quite innocently, boy and girl like each other──they go on a couple of dates, share a few shitty, sloppy kisses with either far too much tongue or teeth and leaves a sweet taste that doesn't seem to go away. Yet there was something underneath that layer of love that Este and Harry's blossoming romance hid──it was a restlessness and an uneasiness with everything that was happening around them──the world was a terrible place, and late spring was ending to show them the harsh cruel summer.

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