Hello, dears. Guess what? I'm not too lazy to write a story - or at least, a drabble! Hahaha. Here goes one.
Disclaimer: Not JK Rowling, never will be.
And so you continue wishing for dreamless sleep to dawn on you. But it never did come. Every single night, images of her haunted you in your unconscious state. Her smile, her laughter, her eyes. And you grew accustomed to it. Every night as you sleep, you wonder what images of her will appear this time. And as much as you don't want to believe it, it's true. You do welcome her in your dreams.
And now, as you lay very still on your bed, slowly drifting into unconsciousness, you begrudgingly realize that you will undoubtedly be lost once she disappears from your dreams. And with that realization, you fall into a blissful sleep, and of course, as usual, it's about her.
You wake up early next morning with your heart racing as though you've just run a marathon. Your eyes flit around wildly and you seem as if you've lost your breath.
Foolish boy.
Now you realize it, don't you?
Yes, lad. You love her. Always did. Funny how you showed it to her. But at least you know now. It took you long enough, you naïve, oblivious and hopelessly clueless guy.
So what're you going to do now, huh? Run like the coward you are? Or be a man and tell her?
Do you people want me to make this a story or... remain as it is? Review!
Oh, and sorry for not publishing/writing for a long time!