The End Of Love

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We were reaching in the dark
That summer in New York
And it was so far to fall
But it didn't hurt at all
And let it wash away, wash away

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[periit]

[ The smuggler, slower now in his escape, slings another shot towards the young auror gaining ground on him, spooking Percival just enough to tuck against more boxes for cover. It’s enough time then to see Newt come up and join him, and the relief is visible on him.

For as handled as he could be during this, there’s still something that clings to him, just as noticeable. There’s the faintest tremble in his hand, a flush to his skin from the rush of the chase, and his eyes are wide, focused on the task ahead. ]

I got him, [ Percival breathes as he spares a glance to Newt. ] Some part of him— [ He clarifies with a scrunch of his eyebrows and shake of his head. ] We need to catch up, he can’t have gotten far.