nemapasara

The climate persisted to be ironic. It was somewhat laughable, but she felt herself not laughing. Quite the contrary, tears brimmed the corner of her eyes as the water streamed by her feet quietly. Her scalp burned from the eminent rays of light pouring through the cloudless sky. Nothing around her grasped the reflection of the bitterness she felt inside her. Hermione let herself curse the weather for being so damn ludicrous. It shouldn't be this way. It would've been easier to see the last day of the world she had grown to love looking miserably drenched in outpours of continuous precipitation. It would've been easier to let go. But there