She Called Me James
It had been an hour since the Stag had left. She only moved when the sun began to rise. The sleepy castle sat in an eerie silence as she climbed the countless staircases to her tower dormitory. She stated the password to a recently awakened Fat Lady and entered the common room.
The first thing she noticed in the dimly lit room was the exhausted seventeen-year-old sitting in his normal chair by the empty fire crate. He rose from his position and walked slowly towards her, amazingly gracefully for someone who was clearly tired. He looked into her bloodshot eyes with a familiar stare. He didn't say a word, but she knew he wanted to.
He rose a hand to wipe the single tear that was rolling down her left cheek. She slapped it down; he didn't seem too surprised by this sudden movement. She wanted, desperately, to look away from his wide hazel eyes but she couldn't bring herself to. He looked back. She was so sure someone had given her this long stare before, but she couldn't figure it out. She broke the gaze and stepped around him.
He turned sharply and grabbed her pale wrist. He hands were freezing cold. She turned and looked back into his eyes, before disconnected herself from him.
She whispered a single word before, rushing up the spiral stairs, her long fiery hair behind her.
He stood in a shocked silence. Staring after her; waiting for his heart to slow down and his heart to behave. He had only been that close to her once before, and she hadn't even known it was him.
The blazing sunlight woke him from his deep thought.
She called me James.