Author's Note: So, this is just a little something I'd written once for English. A poem of sorts, I guess. I re-organised some of it and changed it a tad so that it came across as someone perhaps describing their first brush with love. In this case, Rose. That said, you can interpret it differently if you wish. It's up to you. Anyway, enjoy!
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Brittney .xx
Disclaimer: I'm not entirely certain this is due, considering it is my own work and characters aren't really mentioned. Nevertheless, as I have indeed labelled these thoughts to be Rose Weasley's, I will note that I do not own anything to do with the Harry Potter universe. Although, we all knew that already.
Under
Coughing. Choking. Not breathing.
Deep inhalations. Gasping for air, any air.
Just enough to fill the empty space. The void within.
Finally, a calm. In the crushing.
The tumbling.
The falling.
But, no – muscles contracting.
No – breathless again.
No – chest constricting.
Then - crash.
Something hugging tight.
Something cool and soothing.
Yet it seems dangerous.
But what is it?
I don't know.
I'm under.
Deeper and deeper.
Under.
Into the black.
Into the unknown.
Under.
But what is under?
Is it love?
Is that what love feels like?
Tight and constricting; stealing one's breath?
Cool and calm, yet dangerous?
Or is the feeling suffocation?
Perhaps it's both.
Perhaps it's neither.
Perhaps I'm drowning.
But, in what?
I don't know.
I just know I'm under.
Crashing.
Tumbling.
Falling.
Into the black.
Into the unknown.
Deeper and deeper.
Under.