Only trees. Trees as far as she could see.
No animals. No sound. No life whatsoever. Only fine layers of dirty snow, mud and desolation. And trees.
Hermione was sitting carelessly on an old log, head in the palm of her right hand. She was freezing. She was hungry. She was feeling so many oppressing sensations in her body that her head refused to acknowledge them all.
A noise resounded beside her. She didn't move. She didn't check.
It's was just Harry getting up. Probably just Harry going out of the tent.
Silence again. She felt his eyes piercing her collarbones.
" You know, he may never come back…"
She didn't answer. She didn't want to.
Just hours before, she was catching glimpse of his tired eyes and musing on how they seemed to be made of an infinity of different shades of blue. Now, the only thing in front of her was trees. And loneliness.
His blue eyes was nowhere in sight.
It's breathtaking how sometime we take things for granted.
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Just a little drabble written with the song "Knives out" from Radiohead in mind. You can tell.
Oh, and check out soon the continuation of my other fanfic "Persistant" ; some reviews gave me fantastic ideas ! Thank you all.