Swollen Lips, Bleeding Shoulders
a one shot by Krystallia/Ships

AN: Depressing. It could really be Draco/Anyone but I meant for it to be mostly Ginny.

He looks at me wearily, gives me a kiss atop the forehead (what the hell am I, four?) and then just leaves. Just leaves. Right when I needed him. Words can't describe how much I loathe him. How much I want to, anyway.
I want to chop off his stupid blonde head and throw it at the wall and rip him open and chuck his heart on the ground and squish it and stop it and toss his body in a dumpster.
I want to punch that stupid smirk off his face.
I want to amputate his legs so he can never strut again.
I want to cut his hands and arms and elbows apart and make him slap himself.
I want to poke his eyeballs out.
I want to kick him in various places.
I want to yell at him.
Scream at him.
Shriek at him.
Then I want to stomp.
Shout.
Throw up.
Then run, run, run as fast as I can as far away from him as possible.
So he can't see me...
Cry.
Sob.
Mumble and blubber.
Have my legs turn into jelly.
Lose it completely...fall apart into pieces on the ground and just sit and cry and wait for someone or something to run over me and squash me, maybe I'll shrink as small as I feel.
But I know.
I know this.
I know this...that...
Even more than I want to maim him, I want to...
Kiss him.
Kiss him.
Kiss him.
Kiss him.
Kiss him.
Kiss him.
Kiss him.
Kiss him.
Kiss him.
Kiss him.
Kiss him.
Kiss him.
Kiss him.
Kiss him.
Kiss him.
Kiss him until he's got swollen lips and hold him tight until he's got bleeding shoulders.
 I want him to brush away my hair like he used to and rub the tears off my cheeks with his thumb and let me run my hand through his silky blonde locks and let my head fit into his neck and then come back up and kiss me softly.
Like...
Like a butterfly landing on a flower.
Like a stray piece of paper floating down to the ground.
Like a bunch of dandelion seeds being blown and scattering away with the wind until they gently, gingerly fall into the grass, or wherever else fate may lead them.
Softly.
He makes me angry.
He makes me sad.
He makes me happy.
But more than anything he makes me whole.
And now he's left me.
And I'm half empty.
And I just want to kiss him.
Kiss him until he's got swollen lips and hold him tight until he's got bleeding shoulders.
Because that's how he left me.
Broken, and half empty, and half gone...
With a little bit of hope, a tiny bud of a flower that I wish would just bloom already.
He just left me with swollen lips because he kissed me so hard and bleeding shoulders because he held me so tight.
And I didn't want him to let go.
But he did.

fin