"IS THERE ANYBODY WHO THINKS SIRIUS AND MARY WOULD ACTUALLY MAKE A GREAT PAIR ??!" I scream into nothingness as my voice echoes through the chamber of the asylum they've put me in- " OR REGULUS BEING AROACE ??!!"
"ANYBODY??! PLEASE, ANSWER ME-" I thrash in my bindings, scratching my skin in the process, tired and worn out , lungs bleeding inside but heart aching with foolish hope that SaintStar fandom is still alive.
"Just one person, one is enough, just-" I choke in my own words, unable to form a coherent word after being deprived of saintstar headcanons for so long. Maybe my fate is tied here, in this chamber, dying, alone again. The hope flicking slightly like a star in the enormous galaxy, far away, quite never reaching me.