“His leaving had been like snipping off the end of a rope - leaving two unraveling strands.”
“Security was a mirage; beingtied down hardly counted when the other end of the rope had unraveled.”
“Not so long ago we were all a tightly knit group of friends. Too bad someone had ripped apart the stitches that held us together, unraveling the cozy blanket of our friendship and leaving just enough strands to hang ourselves with.”
“The long game was ended, the Snitch had been caught, it was time to leave the air…”
“Sir William had only stayed in our company for two nights before leaving during a spectacularly blustery storm. As I watched him leave I evilly hoped that the wind would blow him straight off his horse.”
“And here we are: two small dying things, as the world ends around us like falling autumn leaves.”