Post by willowstorm9 on Oct 20, 2011 22:55:27 GMT -8
Title: An Absence
Rating: G
Warning: Nothing?
Summary: Hermione’s feelings for Ron when he’s with Lavender and not her.
Word Count: 296
Ron,
Every breath I take fills me with pain. I have lost my air. Breathing means nothing to me now. I have no reason to live. My once bright existence is now full of darkness and pain.
You were my air, filling me with every wonderful scent imaginable. You gave me life and meaning but you have disappeared, gone, taking with you all the smells with you. All I smell now is the rank smell that is absolutely nothing.
My life has gone back to what it once was: A starless night, sucking the very life from me. A vacuum of space, taking everything with it, including the very air I once breathed.
The absence of you has created a dark hole. Nothing matters to me now. The once fragrant life you gave to me has decomposed. As my thoughts, emotions, and life decay, I hope that my body will follow. But that's not possible.
I curse the four winds for leaving me behind but it falls on deaf ears. Instead of receiving an answer to my cry, all I receive is an endless pull to follow the north wind.
That pull draws me farther from you, making me forget you that much sooner for each step I take, is one step farther from you. Yet there is nothing I can do to stop it. Try as I might, the air is crushing me to obey so obey I must.
There was once when I gave you the very air I breathed but now, I must forget you, but try as the north wind must, there is one memory it can never destroy: The memory of your sweet scent. I take this with me because I have nothing else.
An absence is all that you left.
Operation Poufsouffle
Rating: G
Warning: Nothing?
Summary: Hermione’s feelings for Ron when he’s with Lavender and not her.
Word Count: 296
Ron,
Every breath I take fills me with pain. I have lost my air. Breathing means nothing to me now. I have no reason to live. My once bright existence is now full of darkness and pain.
You were my air, filling me with every wonderful scent imaginable. You gave me life and meaning but you have disappeared, gone, taking with you all the smells with you. All I smell now is the rank smell that is absolutely nothing.
My life has gone back to what it once was: A starless night, sucking the very life from me. A vacuum of space, taking everything with it, including the very air I once breathed.
The absence of you has created a dark hole. Nothing matters to me now. The once fragrant life you gave to me has decomposed. As my thoughts, emotions, and life decay, I hope that my body will follow. But that's not possible.
I curse the four winds for leaving me behind but it falls on deaf ears. Instead of receiving an answer to my cry, all I receive is an endless pull to follow the north wind.
That pull draws me farther from you, making me forget you that much sooner for each step I take, is one step farther from you. Yet there is nothing I can do to stop it. Try as I might, the air is crushing me to obey so obey I must.
There was once when I gave you the very air I breathed but now, I must forget you, but try as the north wind must, there is one memory it can never destroy: The memory of your sweet scent. I take this with me because I have nothing else.
An absence is all that you left.
Operation Poufsouffle