fatecanberewritten
"Do you want to see a magic trick?"
Laine Gladden was stuck. Stuck in the mundane, desperate for a life she'd always pictured for herself when she was young. Stuck in tragedy, wanting, answers, clarity, closure. Then suddenly there's him.
"Tell me something I wouldn't believe."
George Weasley was lost. Lost in the dark reality of war, providing a light for others. Lost in a loneliness that had made him numb, longing for something he wasn't fully aware of yet. Then suddenly there's her.
They collide like fireworks on the darkest night. Bright, shimmering. A celebration, a warning. Then nothing but the residue of smoke against an inky black sky.