He finds her sitting on the one unbroken swing, her curtain of dyed hair hiding her thin, pale face, getting fiery again at the roots. He stands there, in all his smug glory, in those stupid khakis and his bloody polo with the collar popped and she hates him, she hates him in that instant with everything she has.
"What?" she spits acidly, not bothering to wipe her tears as they stream down her face and land in her denim lap.
He shrugs, noncommittally. "You're beautiful when you cry." her chest tightens and the steady flow of tears increase because, she suddenly realises, he has never called her beautiful before.
"How can I be beautiful when I have nothing left?" she can hear the bitterness in her own voice.
He is wiser than he used to be. She used to idolize him. "Sometimes, beauty isn't measured by the amount of strength you have, Lily. Sometimes, it's the way you love."
"I don't love you, anymore. Break me, break me in two- please, just do it. I can't stand to be whole anymore." Her voice cracks on the last word. He tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. She moves it back so it lands besides her eye.
He squats slightly, tracing the scars he knows are there beneath her long-sleeved shirt. "You're already broken, love."
She chokes out a sob. He knows he has said something wrong. He kneels completely, tugs on her chin so she has to look into his ice-green eyes. She must look like a fool. "Being broken can be beautiful, though." He is trying to fix things.
It is too late. He is right; she is shattered. She shakes her head, lets out a sob.
"I told you, you are beautiful," he insists. He leans forward, a feather light touch to her lips. She can't stand him anymore. She stands abruptly and he falls backwards, landing hard without his hands to support him.
"Please," she whispers, "Please, Scorpius. Please, don't call me beautiful anymore. I can't stand it."
The dust swirls around her boots as she turns and walks away.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. No profit is being made off of this in anyway.
NOTES: People complain about my fic being completely unrelated to HP in anyway. This is my therapy, leave me alone. Thank you and good day, sir. Haha! Although this piece does fit in with my fanon. If you wish to find out more please read the story Moments. (It's starts out sucky but gets better, I promise.)