Once upon a time I loved a man. A man who I was forbidden to love. I fell in love with him, this dragon of mine, who was dangerous, yet so gentle.
I loved him from afar, watching him grow into the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. His hair fell so softly into his eyes. His eyes…the single most beautiful and stunning thing on this earth. How gray they were, how they saw right through you, how you fell in love with them. They were intriguing beyond words. With one look toward me, I felt breath taken. One smile and I ached for his touch. And even as I sit here now, so many years wiser, I still cannot comprehend into words how much emotion I felt for him. Love is too weak a word.
I loved him so, yet he would never love me; correction, I couldn't let him love me.
My heart had broken from that very first day I had fallen in love with him, that very first day when I found out who he was; that he was my worst enemy. Everything is so ironic and cruel, this harsh reality of this horrid world. I would lay in my bed, shivering from the cold, shivering because I had no one in this world. I dreamt of telling him how much I loved him, and I imagined him holding me close, and I could almost hear him, and I could almost smell him. I wrote day and night, of happy fairy tales, of happy romances, of princes and princesses that lived happily ever after. I wrote of things I wished my life could be.
'Ginny.' His gray eyes pored into me, harboring so many unsaid emotions. I wanted to hold him, I wanted to hug him, but I could not. He came closer, and I could smell his wonderful scent. I was in heaven. I was in a trance, and I couldn't tear my own plain brown eyes away from his beautiful gray ones. He wrapped his arms around me ever so gently.
' I love you.' It was merely a whisper, like a whisper in the passing wind, but I heard it, I heard how he uttered those three words, meaning every one of them, so much emotion in them it made tears flow out of my eyes. It made me cry a river to hear him say those words, for he loved me, the girl he wasn't ever to love. I couldn't respond to him. My heart ripped into a million pieces and was washed away by my own bittersweet tears, forever lost. I was in so much pain. He couldn't love me…He couldn't…
'You musn't love me…' I murmured.
' For I don't love you.' It took every ounce of love I had for him to say those words. I saw his eyes cloud up, and I could feel his heart break. I prayed he would understand, I prayed, I prayed that he would see it in my eyes that I loved him too. I prayed that he knew that I loved him too much, that he couldn't love me, not me, not I…
He died. They killed him. Those bastards. My stupid, stupid, wonderful dragon died. Died because he loved me.
'I love you Virginia Weasley!'
The last words he ever uttered. To tell the whole world of his love for me. Why? Why was the world so cruel? No one understands how much I did love him. I would do anything just to hold him one more time, to kiss him one more time, to look into those eyes one more time. I would do anything to say those three words that he had wanted so much for me to say.
'I love you.'
Hush now, listen. Can you hear what I hear? I hear soft rain falling, the sound of the angels' mournful cries. I hear the whole world mourning with me, can you?
~fin~
A/N: R/R
