Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. BTW this is sad- crazyforbooks101
Cupid plays around with is bows and arrows, teasing the gods and the nobles, and teasing me. The arrow slices into your heart, staying in there until it is yanked out. The worst part is the wound takes so long to fully heal, and the scar stays there like a big ugly wound.
As I took one step farther from him, I silently curse Cupid. Why did I have to be struck down? Why did I have to fall under the spell? Because that is what love does to you. It is a drug, so sweet and forbidden, urging you to take in one after another. It takes to a place, where nothing can touch you but happiness, and in the back of your mind, you wonder how long the drug lasts. But, at one point, you are so deep, it doesn't matter. And when you and your love come together, everything quiets and disappear and it is just you and them. You and them. But when the drug is taken away, it is hell. It is torture, the noises of the lost loves crowd your ears as yours also join them, and you watch it leave, knowing you can do nothing to stop it.
When they say that drugs kill you, the forget to mention the worst one, for it is the one that kills us the sweetest addiction, it lulls you into a false sense of protection. I thought that we were safe, that we fit perfectly together in my perfect picture, that our pieces were perfect. But, as I ran out of the ball, in my beautiful dress that I had hoped to woo his family in, I realized we were far from perfect. That our pieces held to different pictures.
I look at my love, his eyes stared into mine, begging me to come back and to ignore his family but, I can't. They are right, I can't be with him, and the faster I fix the hole in my heart, the faster I will live. I rip my gaze from his and climb into the backseat of my car, and thinking about the memories of my times with him. How his pale hair would glow in the light and how his smile did beautiful things to me. I grasp those happy memories, before letting them go once and for all. I peer out the window, ignoring my rapidly falling tears. My lips form the forbidden words that I had said the first time I had been struck by Cupid's arrow and the first time I took the love drug,
"I love you Scorpius." And it was worth it.
I would give up everything for one moment with you; for one moment is better than a lifetime of not knowing you.