Shattered
I looked at him, lying on the hospital bed. His eyes, always bursting with life, were forever emptied. The moonlight illuminated his face, creating an ethereal look. He was an angel. The hospital wing was empty now. People were lying awake in the hallways, trying to drown their grief with sleep but not succeeding. I felt numb as I traced his face with my finger. How could it be that the love of my life was gone? I slipped into a world of memories.
"Angelina! You will never guess what happened to me!" Alicia plopped herself down on the fat armchair next to mine, and began warming her hands by the fire as she told me all the gossip. I rolled up my Charms essay and leaned in to hear more."Fionn Day asked me to the Yule Ball!"
"Oh Lici, you must be thrilled! How did he ask you?" I asked eagerly.
"Oi! Angelina!" Fred boomed from the other side of the common room.
"What?" I called, blushing a bit as his deep blue eyes met mine.
"Want to go to the ball with me?"
My blush deepened. Fred Weasley was asking me out? "All right then." I called casually.
Alicia squealed as I turned back to her. I let a grin spread across my face as I pictured the devilishly handsome Fred Weasley dancing with me, his strong hands wrapped around my waist. The Yule Ball was going to be a night to remember for me!
Weeks later, the snow fell lightly as we tromped through the ice-covered woods. I was laughing at an outrageous story of a prank gone wrong, Fred growing more and more animated with each part. He stopped and looked down at me, wearing a strange expression. He softly brushed snow off my cheek. My skin tingled where his warm fingers touched. I lifted my face up as he leaned forward and brushed his lips to mine. I burst into flames. "Angie," he whispered. "My Angie."
I remembered the first time he told me he loved me. The time that I knew that I was the luckiest girl in the world. I, Angelina Johnson, had found my soul mate, and he had declared his love. My life was perfect. Of course, we had our ups and downs. It was harder to see each other after Hogwarts. He lived with George and was busy with the joke shop, and I moved into a flat with Alicia and Katie, and was busy training to be a healer at St. Mungo's. But we had made it work, because we were perfect together.
My heart clenched in pain as the reality sunk in the Fred Weasley was dead. I started screaming, my voice sounding alien even to me. Fred would never kiss me again. He would never tease Ginny, hug George, or laugh again. He would never have a future, never have a chance to live. He gave his future so that others could live free of fear. Fred was dead, and my life was shattered.
"Angelina. Angelina!" Katie pounded on my door. "Angelina, you have to come out. It has been two months You can't spend your whole life shut away. I know that you miss him, but he would want you to live."
"Katie, you don't understand. You could never understand how this feels." I shout harshly.
Boom! The door is blasted away, leaving a sheepish-looking Katie in the hallway. She rushes in, and strokes my hair. "Angelina, everyone lost someone. Voldemort's reign of terror killed thousands. But Fred died-"
"Don't say it!" I warned.
"Fred died so that you could live. Yes, Angelina, he's dead. But you are alive, and it is damn selfish of you to live locked away when you have the opportunity to live."
I saw that Katie was right. I began going through the motions of life again. I worked, ate, slept, talked, and appeared to be healing. It worked so well that even Katie and Alicia were fooled. After a while, I started to fool myself. But I was numb inside. I wasn't living. I built emotional barriers around myself, but they all came crashing down one day.
A/N Hello all! Thank you so much for reading. This is my first fanfiction ever, so please, please review!
More will be posted soon.
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~Queen SkyRose