a/n: Don't really know why I put this up. LunaxRolf, I don't own Harry Potter, don't steal my writing, and reviews are nice.
Time doesn't make the sadness any easier to forget. But I think that it makes happiness easier to remember.
Luna Lovegood (kilara25)
She misses him.
As in, really misses him in a way she's never felt the emotion before, because she only used to do it in an intellectual sense but with a light emptiness. There's a curiously heavy sensation in the bones of her chest and face when she thinks about him and she can only conclude that she misses him, and now she's starting to worry why she's never felt this way about anybody else before, not even her beloved mother.
Is there something wrong with her?
She tries to forget it, but it catches her at the oddest moments- she'll be watching a movie and a ridiculous line of dialogue snares her attention and she suddenly thinks of how he'd laugh in that achingly sweet and lively way. She'll watch the sun rise over proud treetops embraced by the early morning mist, and she'll wish with blurry eyes for his awed silence beside her. She'll be walking with her friends along the road when a beautifulbreathtaking butterfly brushes against her face, kissing the skin coyly as if to say 'this is for you' with its baby-breath-soft wings.
Her heart will stop with the utter grace of the life around her and she'll exclaim and try to make them see, but Ron will scoff in disgust, Padma will blink uncomprehendingly, and Hermione will look away disinterestedly.
And each time her heart breaks because it's still saturated with wonder and she's in love with the world, but love is a place you can only visit with someone else and she wants(needs) to share it, but he's the only one who understands and gladly visits with her. And she thinks maybe that's why she loves him so much.
It's only when she's talking to him that the pressure slides off and for a moment she's that girl again, the one utterly in love with the world and everything in it, even especially the ugly because she finds it all the more beautiful in its perfectly harmonious balance.
And she pulls him right into it, and those few hours late into the night are spent in utter bliss because he makes her feel more happybolddaringawesome than she's ever felt before. While they laugh, she looks out the window and sees skies with stars in their eyes, and the moon winks at her and tells her that they can't even compare to the ones in hers. It makes everything inside her unite into one strong feeling that she can overcome everything.
It's in these moments when she really believes in perfection, the kind that's so gloriously imperfect in all the ways that suit her that it's sort of like the key to her lock, and when her soul's opened she thinks that there's no way anybody else will ever make her feel(live) like this.
Suffice it to say, she misses him a lot, so when it becomes overwhelming, she curls up on the sofa with chocolate and movies, and dreams of making him laugh.