A/N this is a short, strange bit about Cedric in haven. I don't know when I wrote it, I was clearing out my folder and found it. I think it's sad.
You know that feeling you get, when your sitting in a chair, and your body feels like it's slowly becoming lighter and lighter and then you feel like your not there at all anymore, but if someone were to touch you, you'd fall right back into place and exist again? That's what I feel like. Only it's not true, in my case. Because when your dead, nothing can bring you back, not the greatest wizard, the most powerful spell, the fiercest love. And when you see your self, as you hover above your body, hoping, wishing that someone would touch you, because your sure you would be able to return to your body again if they did, you realize that nothing is sacred. Nothing. And you realize that some people will do anything to gain.
And that's when you feel like crying
But you can't.
You can't even feel sorry for yourself.
I think it's going to rain today. Someone once said that when angels cry, it rains. But they can't cry no one can. I don't know anyone here very well. My parents, my friends, everyone- they're still alive. I am lonely. Or I would be, if I could feel anything. We're not supposed to mope. Isn't heaven the place of dreams and wonder? I want to be home. I want to have the chance to think about this. And here, I have too much time to think. I think about mum, dad, I think about Cho, and Harry. I got to watch my own funeral, even. That's laughable! I'd laugh, except I don't want to. I want to cry.
Muggles look so fragile from up here. I watch them, one in particular. If dead people could fall in love, maybe I'd fall for her.
She's beautiful. Reddish colored hair, brown eyes. She cries a lot. She seems very alone. I know how she feels. Sort of. It seems as if she's crying for me too. I want to wrap her up in a hug, but I can't because she's feel even colder now. If heaven is the place of dreams…..why is everything I see made up of nightmares?