Post by jesilily on Jul 11, 2011 8:32:43 GMT -8
Prompt Number : #2 Spirit
Title: Haunting
Ratings: G
Warnings: (if any) Slight angst
Summary: Her smile, her laugh, her eyes, just her, and knowing he had ultimately killed it all.
He looked out the window to the dark street, the orange glow from the streets light some fifty feet away barely touched the area of glistening concrete before his dingy house. He moved away from the depressing sight, setting instead in a solitary armchair instead. It was dark in the room, darker than out in the streets, it was hard to tell if his eyes were open or if he had closed them, it did not matter either way.
Whenever there was darkness he saw the same thing, her face smiling at him, eyes glittering, her small pointed nose wrinkling as she laugh at something, red curls falling forward, she lifted a hand to push them back, before evaporating. She was haunting him with that image, as if her spirit was frozen in their last happy moment, and now refused to leave him. It was the most heart wrenching thing in the world.
Her smile, her laugh, her eyes, just her, and knowing he had ultimately killed it all.
There was nothing he could ever really do to take any of it back, his actions so far were just meagre. The spiral of events that led up to the destruction of it all were painful. He had only needed to let her know that she was first, and she was, in his head, in his mind, in his soul… But he couldn’t, so wrapped up in this desperate need to prove something to who he did not know, he threw her aside, pushed her away, into someone else’s arms. That in itself was hard to bear, but of all the people it could have been, it had to be him. It just had to be James Potter. It was like she had stabbed him, she knew it was the one thing he would be unable to bear, but she did it. It was his fault, she could have been his, she should have been his, but he had forced her away.
He tried to fix it, in the only way he knew how, some short years later, after he realised he had brought death to her, her husband could die, he didn’t care for him. Saving her was all that mattered, he begged, knowing that her life was at risk, he had never begged for anything before, but for this he was on his knees begging.
It got him nowhere. The information he had given away so freely was what killed her – he may as well done it himself. He had killed her.
And now she haunts him.
He leaned forward in the darkness, smiling slightly, a rare true smile, softening all his features, as he thought about what he was facing.
Soon she wouldn’t be haunting him, her smile and laugh, would not be the image burned into his eyes as darkness fell.
Title: Haunting
Ratings: G
Warnings: (if any) Slight angst
Summary: Her smile, her laugh, her eyes, just her, and knowing he had ultimately killed it all.
He looked out the window to the dark street, the orange glow from the streets light some fifty feet away barely touched the area of glistening concrete before his dingy house. He moved away from the depressing sight, setting instead in a solitary armchair instead. It was dark in the room, darker than out in the streets, it was hard to tell if his eyes were open or if he had closed them, it did not matter either way.
Whenever there was darkness he saw the same thing, her face smiling at him, eyes glittering, her small pointed nose wrinkling as she laugh at something, red curls falling forward, she lifted a hand to push them back, before evaporating. She was haunting him with that image, as if her spirit was frozen in their last happy moment, and now refused to leave him. It was the most heart wrenching thing in the world.
Her smile, her laugh, her eyes, just her, and knowing he had ultimately killed it all.
There was nothing he could ever really do to take any of it back, his actions so far were just meagre. The spiral of events that led up to the destruction of it all were painful. He had only needed to let her know that she was first, and she was, in his head, in his mind, in his soul… But he couldn’t, so wrapped up in this desperate need to prove something to who he did not know, he threw her aside, pushed her away, into someone else’s arms. That in itself was hard to bear, but of all the people it could have been, it had to be him. It just had to be James Potter. It was like she had stabbed him, she knew it was the one thing he would be unable to bear, but she did it. It was his fault, she could have been his, she should have been his, but he had forced her away.
He tried to fix it, in the only way he knew how, some short years later, after he realised he had brought death to her, her husband could die, he didn’t care for him. Saving her was all that mattered, he begged, knowing that her life was at risk, he had never begged for anything before, but for this he was on his knees begging.
It got him nowhere. The information he had given away so freely was what killed her – he may as well done it himself. He had killed her.
And now she haunts him.
He leaned forward in the darkness, smiling slightly, a rare true smile, softening all his features, as he thought about what he was facing.
Soon she wouldn’t be haunting him, her smile and laugh, would not be the image burned into his eyes as darkness fell.