Falling in love was odd. Especially for people like Bellatrix Black, who was technically close to a psychopath. Her life was dark, she was blind. Until she met you. It was like for the first time, light shone through her darkness. A light that lit up everything around her. You showed her colors when she only knew black. You showed her colors she knows she can’t see with anyone else. She hated everything, her life, her home, this world. But you made the world seem beautiful to her. She started to like life a little better.

Alas, nothing ever lasts forever. All those wonderful dreams shattered in an instant the moment Bellatrix laid her eyes upon you. It was you, the person she loved more than herself. But you were with some other woman. Dark long straight hair, unlike her curls. Gorgeous blue-green eyes, unlike her gunmetal grey ones. That woman seemed perfect, and you looked like you knew it. Because clearly, you were into her and flirting her with no shame.