Disclaimer: Again, and as always, the characters are JK Rowlings. I'm just playing. The song is from Theory of a Deadman.
Anyway, inspiration for this is due to TangiblyYours... thank you!
Living Without
Against the cool silvered glass he leans his forehead and concentrates.
He breathes in, out, in, out. In. Out.
What is he doing? What is he thinking?
It can't be. It won't be. It, they, will never be.
He opens the door, his green eyes are hurtfully wary as they watch him.
His reflection gazes back at him. It taunts him with its perfect pretence.
Harry. Oh, Harry.
Harry lets him in and in this night everything will be alright.
He is trapped.
He has to touch him, have him.
He is enclosed by more than the flat glass that separates replica from reality.
Because at anytime this could end, Harry could end this.
He beats his fists against the walls that surround him.
He delights in the pale body before him, sheer heaven
His breath coming shorter as pain spirals from his core.
He wishes this could be for forever and, please Goddess forgive him, he tells Harry. He tells Harry.
It is spreading along his arms. It chokes him.
His serpent's tongue abandons him as he chokes out words of adoration and of love.
He will be damned for this.
He is paralysed.
He promises a future. He creates a utopia. Just for them.
He is a wretch. A wreck
And Harry listens, and responses, and loves.
Those perfect eyes grow brighter and lovelier.
Shadows darken his eyes, scratches decorate his arms.
Then as Harry slumbers, he picks up his garments and watches as his lover starts to shift restlessly.
Cast the Glamour, and carry on as normal.
He bends and kisses his forehead, his fluttering eyelids, and those lips.
He leaves a note of glistening letters in the air because he is always thinking, always planning.
These cannot be traced to him.
And his son is there so he smiles and speaks, "Scorpius, what are we doing today?"
Love them and leave them, while they let you have them. It can only last forever.
It can only last for one night.
So why're you sad?
Don't you know that
It's you that haunts my dreams and seems to always come back?
How do I live without you?
How could you walk away from this, just walk away from this again?
How do I live without you?
How could you walk away from this, just walk away from this?
- 'Hello Lonely', Theory of a Deadman