It's simple honey, you played with fire and toyed with hurricane. Not realizing either potential. It was only time before the fire burned you and the hurricane drowned you. And so now you sit here completely lonely, surrounded by the people that you approve. These people that do not have the night's dark in their hair or the sun's hue in their eyes. These people that lack that fire that you love to have and hate to admit. Vanity's a tough child to please, dear.
In these moments of loneliness you witness the full effect of disaster you have become. Knowing yourself was something you always were sure of. You knew you were different from the girl you still call your sister, you knew now or tomorrow yours once best friend would slip away, and you knew the disaster you were planning. But now that the deeds done, after you have toyed with the flames so much that it had flared out of your control you don't know what to do anymore.
You don't know.
That's another thing that is eating you. You don't know.
You don't know the boy that now sits in front of you at the breakfast table with downcast eyes. The boy that sits beside you in charms and doesn't even utter one word to you the whole damn lesson. The boy that doesn't bother staying up late and giving silent company to you in the common room anymore just because you are a little perturbed by the empty place. The boy who has all the kinds of fire and hurricane that you love.
You won't admit it now, the pride that you carry still breathe in you won't let you. So you wait, wait for him to become the same old boy who would wink at you over the breakfast table, who would chat with you in charms and who would bother staying up with you.
A girl can dream, sometimes even if those dreams seem a little impossible at the moment.
So you wait, and dream, and pray that maybe, just maybe in this moment he will turn and look at you, once again in the same way that he used to. That penetrating sparkly gaze of his will once again fall on you. He does turn around it's the same way he used to do it and then he spots you, holds your eyes for a second, and walks away. And you sit there with the realization that you miss the sparkle.
