Broken Hearts And Candy Hearts
Her hands scrapes along the glass as she's peers at the prize standing surrounded by goodies.
How she craves him.
As much as he craves the sugar around him.
Her brown curls tumble gently out of her hat as she presses her head closer to the glass.
She promised herself she wouldn't do this.
But she just can't help herself.
She's memorised every ginger wave of hair and every inch of muscle that she can see with her own two eyes.
She's drowned a thousand times in his crystal blue eyes.
The bell to the shop door of 'Honeydukes' pulls her back into the present as the wind whips her face, it stings as the tears are still fresh.
"Lavender are you alright?" her friend asks softly and in return she plasters a fake smile.
"Absolutely" she laughs, fighting what she truly feels.
What she truly hates to feel.
After all he could never be hers.
He belonged to someone else.