Cedric Recieves A Special Letter On His Birthday

I was afraid that ending a romantic relationship might take its tool on my ability to write romance.

It did, but not as bad as I expected.

She still inspires me.

Not that she truly knew it before but she still does.

To the girl that brought me chocolate because she thought I might like them despite it being such a romantic gesture (she used to say she wasn’t a romantic person, but very deep inside she was the sweetest).

To the girl that loved me in such a pretty way.

Being loved by a her hit so different —or maybe I just haven’t been loved that right before.

I made up with love these days.

And I hope I still catch pieces of her in myself and my writing.

Did I make this account so I could just ramble about Cedric and Harry and the fic I’m writing??

Yeah.

Do I have friends I could talk to? Yeah, a few.

Also I have a gf, but I wouldn’t want to annoy her. Like I gotta respect some boundaries.

Me: I don't know what to write next. Like it has to be interesting. If it doesn't entretain me what can I expect...?

Mi dirty mind: So add smut.

Me: Yeah, that will do.

I love cliché. Give me more, please.

the good thing about being told that writing about a certain cliché or concept should be avoided “because it’s overdone” is that you can simply. ignore that and write about it anyway if you so desire. like it is that easy

i don't want to run

from the things you loved,

and that means that song

you always managed to listen

at least once,

those tunes as soft

as you, sweet and sad,

and me.

i had the luck

of being someone

you loved.

i don't want to run from myself

and the things i loved,

such as you

and everything that was yours.

i built myself right by your side.

we were one

at some point

and there is not much distance left

between what you loved

and what i loved.

I've never felt more understood by an artist than with Taylor Swift's songs. She has one for most romantic experiencies, like girl we all go through the same things. You get it, which helps us get each other.

i still remember the weight

of your small hand

on my thigh

and the way

you held me

even on a crowd

as if we were alone.

that's how we felt:

like there was no one else

because there wasn't.

with you i felt

so much taller,

stronger,

prettier

and luckier.

i guess i knew

i would run out

of luck someday.

you never offered

a place for me

to stay

but i did anyway.

uninhabitable

and yet i tried.

i didn't make it,

you'll see.

even in the desert,

you need water.

So this is me trying to write my fic ever since I got my sweet Tangerine 💛

I'm curious: have you ever read Percy Jackson? And if so, is your character Malcolm inspired by Annabeth's brother with the same name? They have the same vibes to me lol. Even their surnames are similar: your Mal is Preece and the one from PJO is Malcolm Pace. I find it pretty funny because I love both characters, though I prefer your Malcolm because he has way more character.

Great question! I have read two of the main series. And I loved it. (Nico and Leo are my favourites.)

I don't even remember Annabeth had a brother lol Either I didn't get to that book or the reason is my lousy memory.

Malcolm Preece is an actual character of the books. A Hufflepuff, but I made some changes. My Mal is not into Quidditch all that much (Fred loves him despite of it), so he is not in the team. Oh and I also love how he could have easily been a Ravenclaw because he is so cool and smart in a funny, creative way. Did I made this the moment to talk about my favourite secondary character? I totally did.

How much I wish I had his confidence lol

And I love the fact that HE HAS CURLY HAIR.