A.N Please be nice cuz this is the second fanfiction I have written and it is absolutely nothing like the first. Please try to ignore the errors, my mom may be an English teacher but that doest mean im any good at correcting. I would also love if you would reveiw. even if you didnt like it
plez enjoy
The bridge was not very cold that night, but even if it had been, he wouldn't have felt it. Numb to the world around him, numb to his problems. He knew what it felt like not to be loved. Hell, his brother practically hated him. He said it was Percy's fault that Fred had died. He said his family had been better off when he was gone. Now he was sitting on the edge, content with his position. He didn't want to get back on the road, but he wasn't thinking of a watery grave. He always came out here to think about how much he hated his life. Sure, his parents loved him, but he wanted to feel needed, accepted.
He had never felt that way except when he was with her. They started just as best friends, and had been for the past three years. For a time she was his only family. She was the one that found him and dragged him home from the bars at two in the morning. She would then spend the night with him to make sure all was well. He could not deny it anymore he bloody loved her with every fiber in his body. She was all that he was living for.
Three A.M, he had told her he would be home at twelve, he even could have been home at nine, but he wanted to get something to drink in peace. He was staying with her because his parents' house had too many bad memories. Behind him, he heard her voice.
"Please come home, it's three in the morning and I can't go to sleep unless I know you're alright." That comment make him smile, not only did he know what it felt like to be hated, he know what it was like to be loved. The young woman had tears glistening in her eyes; she cared for him so much.
"Don't ever leave me," she sobbed in his shoulder. Their relationship was not conventional, but nothing with his family ever was.
"Alright we'll go home," the man said as he got up, not once letting go of the woman in his arms. They faded of into the distance of that August night. He still comes to visit the bridge, but as time goes by his visits become less and less.
The bridge is a place of solitude for all that comes to visit. Some see the light at the end of the tunnel others are not so lucky. Our friend saw all he had to live for when he compared it to death; some see all the reasons to die. Life is not always easy; some people just never figure that out.
a.n yet again i hope you liked it. and pleaze reveiw that would mean so much!!!
AND i have written about two more stories like this one one is draco malfoy and the other is neville longbottom. If I get any positive feed back on this them i will post the other one!!! :)) hugs and kisses EMILY