Let Her Cry
Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own JK Rowling nor Hootie & The Blowfish.
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"Let
her cry, if the tears fall down like rain.
Let her sing, if it
eases all her pain.
Let her go, let her walk right out on me
and
if the sun comes up tomorrow
Let her be. Let her be."
- Hootie & The Blowfish, "Let Her Cry".
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Ginny stared at her image in front of the mirror. She looked like she ran into some bad angels, she had bruises on her milky breasts, scars on had hands and a crooked grin on her delicate face. Tears rolled elegantly down her face as she slipped on her pink panties and lacy corset. A black skirt easily slid onto her thin body. She let her mascara run down her face like ribbon. Her lips were a dark wine red. She was no longer a little girl but a mature lady. The crimson haired girl whirled around as she heard a strong knock on her door and wiped the tears from her pale freckled face.
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The two spoke about life over steaming cup of coffee. Ginny to Remus. Kisses to Kissed. School to Work. Black to Brown. Love to Hate. Remus to Ginny, in that slate gray room of hers. They promised to keep their secrets. The older person pulled out a picture of her younger self and watched her cry. And just let her cry. She cried for hours. In his arms, in a pillow, on his lips. He spread kisses over her broken down figure and let her cry.
"Let her be," he spoke softly to himself.