In Silence and In Tears
Allovara Lewis
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter novels are not my original work and I do not own any of the characters, places or ideas original to that series. This story is my original work and any characters, places, or ideas original to this story are my creation (unless otherwise stated) and should not be used with my permission. (If you ask, however, I will likely be glad to give permission.) I am making no money from this story. It is written entirely for my own amusement and that of others.
Title taken from When We Two Parted by George Gordon, Lord Byron . The poem is reproduced in its entirety at the bottom.
Authors Note: I tried for a drabble and ended up with a 200 words instead. A double drabble? This is unbeta'd because I don't have one. If you notice any problems, please let me know. Thank you
Cheers,
Allovara
The door slammed open.
He never looked up from his paperwork.
"I don't love him." Her voice was cold and bland.
"Don't you?" His frigid tones were laced with the hint of mockery.
"No."
She crossed to the window.
"He knows it."
"Does he?"
"Yes."
He turned a page.
"He loves me."
"Does he?"
"Yes."
The twisting of her hands belied her calm words.
"He asked me."
"Did he?"
"Yes."
He checked a reference in a nearby book.
"I said yes."
"Did you?"
"Yes."
She crossed to the bookshelf, staring and running her hands over tomes she had read many times over.
"I'm going to marry him."
"Are you?"
"Yes."
The scratching of his quill never let up.
"I can make him happy."
"Can you?"
"Yes."
She turned to him, her eyes pleading, but her voice flat and calm.
"He deserves to be happy."
"Does he?"
"Yes."
She crossed to the door and turned back to him, standing in the threshold.
"It will be enough."
He finally looked up at her as he sipped his scotch.
"Will it?"
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.
"It will have to be."
She fled.
The hallway echoed with the sound of shattering glass.
When We Two Parted
by George Gordon, Lord Byron
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow--
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me--
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well--
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met--
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?--
With silence and tears.