The House is Empty
Early morning light shines through the bedroom window. It's not yet eight o'clock. Everything is still, the house is empty.
The house is empty.
I reach for my glasses on the bedside table and look carefully around the room. Luna, where are you?
She's gone. I knew she would be. I knew it even in my sleep. And yet, at first, and for a long time, I don't accept the simple fact. I imagine she is right beside me on the bed. I can almost smell her. I can almost feel her.
But the early morning light shines through the window and frames the room. All becomes bright. Everything is still, the house is empty.
The house is empty.
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A/N: A writing sketch- something that cleared my writer's block for
a few minutes.
This was intended to be Luna/Harry (Luna was obvious, but did you catch
the Harry hint?). Hopefully, I haven't failed miserably.
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