A/N: Just a little one-shot. Not sure exactly what it's about, but I am sure you all will interpret it differently. Please review if you have the chance ; )
A tall, imposing man stood before me. In truth, his stature did not reflect the character within. I had always known him to be kind and caring; willing to go to extraordinary lengths to guide me.
"How was your holiday?" He asked casually.
"Hard." I replied tersely, still not wanting to open up to the person I'd grown to trust. One after all did not just worm their way back inside this fortress after remaining distant for so long.
"In what regards?"
He very well knew.
Now I had to choose whether or not to indulge in his ridiculous game. Despite current feelings of contempt, I felt bad for holding back.
"Everything." A vague answer, but still a response.
We both stood sill, my eyes trained towards the ground. I wanted to prompt him to inquire further, to force me back to the level of comfort I used to feel.
At last I looked up, locking gazes with two sapphire marvels. I could no longer pretend as if everything bounced off me, as if I was indifferent to all I'd been pressured to endure.
"Albus." A soft, pitiful wail escaped my lips and I stumbled, my back brushing up against the wall. I slid down gracelessly, my knees drawn up to my chest and head buried in my hands.
The Headmaster looked at me with an expression of shock. I suppose the turn of events happened too quickly.
"What are you feeling? Why the tears?"
Hopelessness
Despair
Loneliness
"Go on." He said while reaching for the box of Kleenex and setting them down by my side.
Anger
Fury
Unforgiving
"There must be something else."
Mistrust
Betrayal
"Anything more?"
He seemed so insensitive…
Shame
Stupidity
Self-loathing
Through my tear-obstructed vision, I looked up to my mentor. A sigh was forming.
I ducked my head back in my hands, ashamed for my outward display. The nausea threatened to manifest itself and in a desperate bid to gain control I snapped my eyes shut and focused intently on slowing my rapid heartbeat.
I was foolish to come. He ignored my repeated knocks, refused my entry in his safe haven at times when I needed it most.
Listening to me was just another duty. Another task to be completed weekly.
I picked myself up weakly and straightened out my cloak
As I walked out the door, I saw Albus throw the tissues back onto his desk.
He was so unaffected by my distress. Even after all I confided in him….
But as I shut myself off to the world once more, I knew the hysteria would soon set in.
I only hope I can find another savior to aid me- for I cannot tread this path alone.