The title came to me a few days ago, or maybe yesterday, and then I came up with a story to go with it. This is written in Harry's point of view, about life in general, I guess. You fill in the blank as to who he refers to when he says "you".
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Nope. I kind of wish…but no. and the phrase "painted on my heart" came from the song Painted On My Heart (I bet you never would have guessed) by The Cult.
Happiness is Temporary
When I was with you, I never expected it to end. Sitting there under the stretch of blue sky in the afternoon, or under the stars with my cloak wrapped around us. We would stand out in the rain, locked in embrace. The lake looked so somber those times, whether drizzle or downpour. We lay in the snow, letting our body heat combine, and we were one. It was forever to me.
Now I sit under the trees in the dark, wondering what I did to drive you away. I stand alone in the rainstorm, remembering your touch. They try to make things better for me, but no one can, only you. They do not understand. Without you, I am not complete. All the color has gone from my life. The gray sky is all I see.
I suppose I should have know it would happen this way. I realized in my third year, when my hopes of leaving the Dursleys' was dashed on the cold, sharp rocks of Pettigrew's escape, that good things do not last. It should not surprise me that the best thing in my life lasted for no longer than a few years. The halls of Hogwarts are empty without you, even with every student present. My sympathizers follow me in an uncertain gaggle, wishing I would turn and notice them. I see them, but they mean nothing to me. Nothing.
Since you left, I have not been the same. You changed me, though I did not realize it at the time. You turned me into the person that everyone admires and aspires to. With you gone, I am no longer that person. They all remember me the way I was with you. The memory is so strong, they cannot see what the loss has done to me. I am shriveled, dull. My thoughts are dim and distant. Only thoughts of you are clear, vivid pictures of your smile, your body. Memories of you, dancing, laughing, crying, studying. Your face, the night we first kissed, is forever painted on my heart. I could never forget you, or push your memory aside for another.
Every day feels like the end. I lay down expecting never to wake up, the pain in my soul such that I want to die. Then I wake up and live the end of my life for another day…
But I keep hoping. It's annoying, really, this nagging hope that my life will be brightened again by someone close to me. I keep hoping that my life will improve. Because if happiness is temporary, sadness must be as well.
End.
I hope you liked it. I thought it was very sad and touching. Well, that's just me, I want to know what YOU think!! Review!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Nope. I kind of wish…but no. and the phrase "painted on my heart" came from the song Painted On My Heart (I bet you never would have guessed) by The Cult.
Happiness is Temporary
When I was with you, I never expected it to end. Sitting there under the stretch of blue sky in the afternoon, or under the stars with my cloak wrapped around us. We would stand out in the rain, locked in embrace. The lake looked so somber those times, whether drizzle or downpour. We lay in the snow, letting our body heat combine, and we were one. It was forever to me.
Now I sit under the trees in the dark, wondering what I did to drive you away. I stand alone in the rainstorm, remembering your touch. They try to make things better for me, but no one can, only you. They do not understand. Without you, I am not complete. All the color has gone from my life. The gray sky is all I see.
I suppose I should have know it would happen this way. I realized in my third year, when my hopes of leaving the Dursleys' was dashed on the cold, sharp rocks of Pettigrew's escape, that good things do not last. It should not surprise me that the best thing in my life lasted for no longer than a few years. The halls of Hogwarts are empty without you, even with every student present. My sympathizers follow me in an uncertain gaggle, wishing I would turn and notice them. I see them, but they mean nothing to me. Nothing.
Since you left, I have not been the same. You changed me, though I did not realize it at the time. You turned me into the person that everyone admires and aspires to. With you gone, I am no longer that person. They all remember me the way I was with you. The memory is so strong, they cannot see what the loss has done to me. I am shriveled, dull. My thoughts are dim and distant. Only thoughts of you are clear, vivid pictures of your smile, your body. Memories of you, dancing, laughing, crying, studying. Your face, the night we first kissed, is forever painted on my heart. I could never forget you, or push your memory aside for another.
Every day feels like the end. I lay down expecting never to wake up, the pain in my soul such that I want to die. Then I wake up and live the end of my life for another day…
But I keep hoping. It's annoying, really, this nagging hope that my life will be brightened again by someone close to me. I keep hoping that my life will improve. Because if happiness is temporary, sadness must be as well.
End.
I hope you liked it. I thought it was very sad and touching. Well, that's just me, I want to know what YOU think!! Review!!!