I like puzzles. But there’s nothing more frustrating than putting a puzzle together and finding then it still doesn’t make sense.
Harry taught me that death isn’t the end. It’s the beginning of a chain reaction that will catch you if you’re not careful. He taught me that none of us are who we appear to be on the outside, but we must maintain appearances to survive. But there was something Harry didn’t teach me, something he didn’t know, couldn’t possibly know. The willful taking of life represents the ultimate disconnect from humanity. It leaves you an outsider, forever looking in, searching for company to keep.
Everyone hides who they are at least some of the time. Sometimes you bury that part of yourself so deeply that you have to be reminded it’s there at all. And sometimes you just want to forget who you are altogether.