1/100: Haunted
Ron/Astoria
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Everything belongs to the wonderful J.K Rowling.
I give complete credit of this story to my muse, Schermionie, and Pippi55. Pip was having some trouble with inspiration for a Ron/Astoria fic and we got to talking. We started bouncing some ideas around and some how my muse came up with part of this. Schermionie, aka Scrunch or Scrunchy, convinced me to just let my muse run and complete it. Now looking in my challenges I have taken up, I just so happened to have this 100 prompt challenge and the first prompt was haunted. Coincidence? I think not. So here it is. This is my first Ron/Astoria and it's in Astoria's perspective.
I'm haunted daily by you. The sin we committed is too great for me to bear and my soul cries out for redemption. All this time I've been so hollow inside and you filled that emptiness, but now I have to pay the price. I can feel you watching me - wanting me. I can hear you call my name. I can see myself holding on to you. I can smell you. I can hear your heart pounding inside my head. You're trying to save me, but in the end you're killing me.
Don't you understand? I'm going to hell because of this, because of you. I've tried to kill my pain, but I've only created more. I'm pouring my regret and betrayal out to the gods. Am I too lost to be saved? Am I too lost. . .?
He doesn't deserve this. What I'm doing to him behind his back. He's been good to me and I'm living a lie. I tell him I love him - I tell him he's the only one for me, but that's all a lie. There's only one man for me and it's not him. When he makes love to me, I pretend he's you. Isn't that sick?
Do you do the same to her, or is she your one and I'm just a mistake? Does her mousy-brown bushy hair and muddy brown eyes turn you on? I think not. I think you're in too deep and you don't know how to get out. That could all change if you would just come back to me.
I haven't seen nor heard from you in what seems like ages. I'm left with only memories and dreams. I've tried to tell myself for so long that you're gone and never coming back. However, that just does not feel real to me.
Do you remember me like I remember you? I've been lost for so long and I'm losing a grip on reality. I no longer know what is real and what are dreams. Will you soon forget me? I'm dying because of you and I don't think I've even crossed your mind again. . .
Can you hear me? I love you. I'm not afraid of death. Did you hear me? I'm not afraid to die, but to die a death of an adulterer, crying, bleeding, screaming, without my lover returning my feelings would be too much to bear.
Close your eyes and pray your dreams will leave you alone - that I will not haunt them. Say goodnight and don't be afraid. You hold my last breath in your hands. When you let go, everything will end here tonight and all will fade to black.
Call my name, come to me ,and save me from what I've become - only you can. If I'm going to die, I want to die with your name on my lips.