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