A/N: A Daphne/Theo two-shot freeverse...please R and R, thanks. ALICE
she sees him e v e r y w h e r e
[and it just about kills her inside]
she sees
(I spy with my little e-y-e)
his brown eyes
(open, h o n e s t, and oddly vulnerable in the candlelight)
on the face of the perfectly h a n d s o m emale model
on an airbrushed muggle ad
and
::she stares and stares::
taking in that painful familiarity just.like.air
until acid tears run their b u r n i n g trails down her pink cheeks
::bitten by the cold::
and everything blurs into a meaningless jumbleofcolorfulmegapixels
she wipes at her s-w-o-l-l-e-n face
tells herself fiercely
(but she's fooling n o b o d y but herself)
::that it's all in the past::
[stop being such a sentimental little bitch, goddammit]
…
she sees
his f-a-c-e
palethinlovely, and just.a.little bit h u n g r y
all tucked up in oversized clothing
(the light dancing across his j-u-t-t-i-n-g cheekbones)
on the teenage boy crossing the street
and then
she sees
his brown, ratty shoes
[sitting ever so casually in the window display]
&&the ones he wore just to spite her and her neatfreak cleaniness&&
it's not like he couldn't afford another pair
((he was filthyfuckingrich))
s o m e t h i n g
::Idon'tknowwhat::
floods through her
(feelings she's convinced herself have l o n g died)
[yeah, right]
s o m e t h i n g
heart
w
r
e
n
d
i
n
g
and
agonisinglyb e a u t i f u l
so
her head
filled with f-a-r-a-w-a-y thoughts and broken hearts
she walks
back
to the emptyemptyempty flat
l o o k i n g at all
all the happymothers brightcheekedchildren anxiousfathers prettygirls
hurrying back home to someone
((who needs them just.like.air))
and she?
she knows
(oh ,she knows)
there's no one waiting for her
lights off
no warm pot on the stove
no welcoming hug
no I-missed-you-how-was-your-day
::nobody's home::
m-a-y-b-e
{later}
&&balancing the bland instant meal on her legs&&
she'll turn on her tv
that silly m u g g l e contraption
((that she hasn't quite figured out how to work))
with its flashinglights and prettylies
just so the moving people
can keep her company
with their happyblithesmiles and sillyoverratedproblems
and help her f o r g e t that she's all alone tonight
(it won't)
she thinks about
potter/weasley/granger
(say their names real fast together like a p-r-a-y-e-r)
the noble three, alwaysalwaysalways the saviors
she used to scorn their holier-than-thou foolishness
but now
they are the ones who are wanted and loved and needed
(she is n-o-b-o-d-y now)
former slytherinqueen left out in the r.a.i.n with her cruel words
and
she'll put her head down
(submission to her invisible saviour)
long hair falling over her legs
&&andthenandthenandthen&&
she'll finally
R E M E M B E R
