Ache of the soul

No love is fully requited.No love is equal. No love is fair. There is always one side that loves more. And you betternot be that side—because it suffers- L.j shen Antares glanced at her through his eyelashes before sighing and closing his book. “ you clover potter are a half-blood. Although, you are not a pure blood you are part of an ancient house. As a Pureblood I cannot be seen around the likes of mudbloods. Since you hang out with my sister I can’t let you hang out with that filth. I plan on building my families respect up from rock bottom and I can’t do that if word gets around my sister is friends with a mudblood loving bitch.” He spat those words with such venom it actually scared clover. She stared at Antares with newfound fear.“ there’s other ways to gain respect! You could join the ministry or something!” Clover screamed.“ why do you care?”Clover paused. She really didn’t know why she cared so much.

This is my first fanfic on ao3. I have little to no writing talent beforehand and i am doing this to improve. Please don’t be so harsh but Constructive criticism is welcome!