Try | Colbie Caillat

Beauxbatons, Year 2
Put your make-up on, Get your nails done
Curl your hair , Run the extra mile
Keep it slim so they like you, do they like you?

Drawing the blanket over her head, she let her smile fade. Finally. She was exhausted, but it was not the kind of exhaustion she felt in her bones; it was the kind she felt in her heart. The kind that tugged at every atom of her being.

Perhaps the exhaustion came from the heaviness she carried with her throughout the day.
Or maybe it was the very manifestation of her meaningless smiles and empty laughter.

She did find it funny, however, that she could be so lonely, despite being surrounded by people - the bitter irony both beautiful and all-consuming.

Kids Again | Artist vs Poet

August 2098, Summer Before Year 4
And when I, I’m feeling small you get me through it all
Just like we were kids, just like we were kids again

She stretched her arms out and then her legs. Snow angels! Nina’s laughter bounced off the crisp air and her lungs were aching. For once she was not concerned with soft giggles, instead it was the type of boisterous laughter that came from the stomach. Full and unapologetic.

Surrounded by feathers and emptied pillows. They smiled until the sun rose again, exchanging stories and jokes. Her room was small, but he made it feel endless. It was their fortress from the rest of the world. A safe haven, a refuge.

Navid made the world better because he made it full.


Navid Asadi belongs to my friend, laurange

Older | Sasha Sloan

December 2091 , Age 7
The older I get, the more that I see
My parents aren't heroes, they're just like me

Click. Ppppp. Pppp.

It was the sound of the front door, shortly followed by the hurried pitter-patter of her eager footsteps.

“Papá! Papá!” Nina came bounding towards him, abandoning her soup on the kitchen table, where it would soon turn too cold to eat.

Sebastián grunted in reply, “I’m tired. Work was hard. Not now, Neen.”

“But you’re always tired!” She wilted, retiring the parchment she had been waving around like a flag.

“Work is always hard!”

She looked at him as though there was more she wanted to say. Before she could find the words, he left the room.

Oh No! | Marina and the Diamonds

Hogwarts, Year 4
I know exactly what I want and who I want to be

I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine
I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy

23:55

Still she waited.

Finally, the room fell quiet. A silence only broken by the occasional rustle of bedsheets and hypnotic stirs. Her hands reached for a folder she kept underneath her bed.

Wand between her teeth, she measured her breaths and set out the pieces of parchment so that they surrounded her like a fortress.

Quill dressed in red.

Carefully, she added a single mark to each assignment. The steady stroke was undetectable, but she still worried silently.

There was no need. Her work was outstanding.

Only a moment’s hesitation. She leaned down and blew, watching the color darken.

The Story of Us | Taylor Swift

Hogwarts at Beauxbatons, Year 5
I'd tell you I miss you, but I don't know how
I never heard silence quite this loud

What do you say when you’ve ruined something to a point beyond repair?

“I’m done with this. With you. Completely.”

His words stung, leaving Nina to twist in discomfort. What made it worse was the way he avoided her gaze, instead choosing to stare at the floor as he spat the words, seething with anger.

Nina wanted to protest. She wanted to beg for Calloway’s forgiveness, but something kept her from saying more. Her guilt was sudden and all-consuming.

“You’re an awful person,” he whispered, whipping the door open and storming out of the solarium. Nina stayed through the night.


Calloway Bennigan belongs to my creative friend, Lissy Longbottom

I Miss You, I'm Sorry | Gracie Abrams

June 2093, Age 19
And I know you said that we're not talking
But I miss you, I'm sorry

Nina had almost everything she ever wanted. She completed her first term of university with top marks, ranking well above the others in her year. She came home every day to a partner who loved her unconditionally and encouraged her growth. She is on track to graduate within five years and is expected to receive her official Healing Certification after just two more. One day, she will walk down the aisle and marry the love of her life and they will raise the most beautiful family together.

Nina had almost everything she ever wanted, but she no longer had Navid.


Once again, Navid Asadi belongs to my dear friend, laurange

Toxic Thoughts | Faith Marie

March 2089 , Age 5
You can see it in my eyes
A child’s spark light up the night
Constant search for approval
Suffocated by refusal

“Let me in! Let me in!”

Her calls were met by the sound of silence, but she was both eager and relentless.

Once more she tried, this time with more urgency. “Let me in! I have to show you something!”

She pressed her ear against the door, listening for the sounds of his pen scratching against paper.

And again, she knocked. Her bright eyes conveying nothing but childlike enthusiasm. “Let me in! It’s me! It’s Nina!”

This time her hand reached for the doorknob desperately. It was a game. They were playing a game.

“It’s important, please, let me in!”