Warwick Avenue

It was funny how happy I felt walking to Warwick Avenue. Actually, I found humor in the fact that he knew where the entrance of the tube was. We had set to meet there--of all places, the spot where we shared our first kiss, which explains why he knows where it is, but that was ages ago and I though he'd forgotten. This part of town always made me cry for one reason or another and today was no exception. To make matters worse, it was raining. Usually I have no problem with rain, but today I'd give anything for a pocketful of sunshine. I walked those streets with my hood over my head, my jeans getting soaked and my feet beyond wet--that's what I get for wearing heels with socks. When I thought about him, I realized he had changed me in so many ways. Sure I still am the slightly uptight bookworm he fell in llove with, but my exterior is different. I actually give a damn about what I wear and how my make-up looks. My hair is less frizzy, but the curls are still abundant. I did it all for him at first and then for me. He really hadn't changed at all...his hair was longer and shorter from time to time, but that's it.

We've had millions of fights and we've been separated for months, but we always found our way back to each other--I always forgave him and he always forgave me. I got to the entrance of the tube and sat on a nearby bench. That's when I saw his car pull up and my tears seemed to leave my brain and come out my eyes. Nevertheless, I held them back. He stepped out of the car and looked as gorgeous as ever and my breath was stolen from me yet again. We couldn't do this anymore, for reasons that seemed obvious. The first being that while he was free as a bird, I was set to marry the next day. Just this single thing brought forth problems--for my lover is highy possesive of me. The next problem is that, like with my fiance, my lover and I bicker constantly. He walks over and sits right next to me--knowing we have to talk for a little time.

"Hi, Hermione. I think we have a little talk coming along?"

"We do. First of all, why did you do it?"

"Because it would have happened anyway."

"What?"

"The break-up. If I didn't act out at the rehearsal dinner, I would have at some other time and your stupid prick of a fiance would put the pieces together."

"You promised you weren't going to step out of line."

"Sorry. I am sorry. I really just want you to leave him and come with me."

"No. We're not okay, just because I'm here."

"Why aren't we okay?"

"Are you seriously asking me that question?"

"Yes."

"We are not okay, because above all things you've hurt me deeply. As much as we love each other, I'm leaving you for the last time. No more."

"But Hermione, you don't get it. I'm addicted to you."

"I know and I you, but this can't go on."

"Could you at least give me a parting gift."

"Sure."

We spent an hour on that bench, lips intertwined and souls with holes. When it was time to let go, we did and just stared at each other, knowing that this was our last chance to speak once more.

"I will always love you, my Hermione."

"I will always love you too. Could you accompany me to the tube."

"For you, anything."

The train was at its stop and I really wished it wouldn't have come. In mere seconds, it would depart...taking me away from Warwick Avenue and taking me away from love--never stopping until it reaches the street of mediocrity where my future husband awaits. I will never forget those days my lover and I spent in the shadows...even when I wished for a better life for us. I get on, look back and for the first time in my life see a grown man cry. I blow him a kiss, he blows me one back and the doors close. I hang on and in a flash of silver light, I dissappear from my beloved and our beloved Warwick Avenue.