A/N: First time delving into writing a HP piece. This is actually the second time writing this, though. First time, Word crashed just as I was finishing the piece. Damn it. Yeah…enjoy.
Disclaimer: JKR, used without permission, you know the whole deal.
Why? (You're a Tragedy in the making)
Because we don't want to be alone.
There were thinks you could have said, and things you never did. They caught in your throat and let the wrong words go on by. Words that made you wince and call his name, but the answer was the simple silence following the slamming of the door. And that was all it took to break your walls, but by then it was too late.
Because the right words come at the wrong times.
You've touched. Like the silk upon the bedding in the master bedroom, this entire thing has raked upon your skin and left you feeling numb. You've kissed. Tried to heal the painful things you always knew you'd do again if you had the chance.
Because that moment only lasts for so long.
A long time ago, when you both were younger, it was harder to accept the similarities. Like sings to like. The brutal web the Jealous weaved over your innocence. This became the song that called out into the darkness, as every little piece of yourself was ripped away. You became a tragic moment, trapped in this existence, curled up amongst your friends who were just like you. Dying slowly.
Because we can never take it back.
You met him once, from across an ocean of people in the anteroom to the North Tower. Green and silver clashed, the battlefield that left everyone bruised and battered, but looking none the worse for wear. An understanding, mutual and unregistered, occurred there. And you began a new tactic, avoidance. Stay away, and things can only change.
Because the need to touch is stronger than the want to be by yourself.
Tragic, like the dark halls that line the bottom of Hogwarts. The tangled labyrinth where only ghosts tread freely. They find their way back.
Because he never will.
You've said to him a thousand times how much you need him. The last time included a phrase like, "to stay away" at the end. Because he doesn't understand the kind of pain you're put through. So he leaves, and that pain only becomes worse.
Because you'll never know what he's thinking.
We became the tools. Strong touches that drove the world away. Scars on unblemished skin. Where you kissed him, and he kissed you. You burn, and yet there is not enough oxygen to breathe. Woe to the ones who tried to be in love.
Because not everything that's broken can be repaired.
There is nothing of him now, no touch or scent. You burned everything away. Ripped his clothes apart, one at a time, then threw them into the front yard and burned them. You screamed. You screamed until there was nothing left. You screamed your anger and your ruin. You screamed out apologies until the fire sent everything into the blackness of the night.
Because everything you want is never yours.
The storm started, finally, hours after they had left. The ones who came and spoke in soft voices, telling you that your whole life was gone. He'd left and he'd never come back. He'd fought, they'd said. But you were just a shadow, by that point. And they were just another pair of voices in the torrent of angry words in your mind. The storm started, snow heavy, and buried his footprints.
Because War makes Fools of us All.
They made one last cruel joke, and put him where you could see him. Every morning, when you wake up, it'll be the same. And he won't be there. Because you loved him, and he loved you, you are both destroyed. This war was lost on both sides, and your words can do nothing to fix this one last mistake.
Because Love writes only Tragedy.