Prompt: There is Always a Price
Characters: Pomona Longbottom (oc)
There is always a price, Pomona.
I know there is.
I just have to remind myself that there is a price for watching the world go by.
For being a wallflower.
For watching seconds turn into minutes and minutes turn into hours and hours turning into days and days turning into years and years turning into the end of your life.
What have you done with your life?
Nothing.
I know that. I have done nothing with my life.
Never gotten married, felt the love by someone who's not my parents or grandparents or Aunts or Uncles or cousins or siblings.
Why am I thinking about this on my deathbed, exactly?
Maybe it's having Frank and his wife, Roxanne, here. And their children and grandchildren and great grandchildren. Even his eldest great grandson has got a blubbering baby held in his wife's arms.
Maybe it's having Alice ranting on and on about her day at work. She never had a family, yet is extremely happy living with her best friend and enjoys her job at The Ministry.
Maybe I should've been like my sister, Alice. But, I guess, at 106 years old she is starting to drop off her excitement levels. But, hey, she's had a good life.
Isn't it ironic how, four years younger than my older siblings, Alice and Frank, I'm the one who dies first? Maybe I should've lived life to the fullest.
"I'm sorry," Frank whispers, and I know it's true. He thinks that because he had his eldest daughter when I was only sixteen, that might've caused the youngest love to go a bit off.
"I don't blame you," I tell him, and it's true. It isn't his fault, it's mine. All my stupid, naive fault.
"You're too good to blame anyone," Frank smiles. I wish that was true.
Oh, how I wish that was true.