Started writing fluff. Turned into angst. Oops.
A sort of heavy, dark blue fluff. Inspiration by Ed Sheeran's Autumn Leaves. Art by anxiouspineapples on tumblr.
~Enjoy :)
Autumn Leaves
Do you ever wonder if the stars shine out for you?
It was raining.
Not the heavy, pelting drops that usually frequented England and its environs, but a light, lazy drizzle; the type that one may use as an excuse to not go outside, but to curl up by a window with a good book and get lost within the pages. Or the type that couples often found themselves in, kissing, just for the sake of indulgence in the romantic cliché.
The nice kind.
It was just after dusk and the two of you stood looking through a little mirror, down at earth, watching a funeral; your funeral. You were close enough to just make out the tiny figures, which probably belonged to close friends, their silhouettes illuminated by floating orbs of soft, white light. But what really stole the show were the two gleaming white coffins that were hovering in midair, opened to reveal the duplicates of yourself and Lily.
Your glasses were placed on the bridge of your nose, crooked as always, and you hair, even in death, remained as messy as ever. With your eyes closed and hands clasped atop your chest, it almost looked as though you were asleep. Lily's small body was in the one next to yours, dressed in a pretty white dress with her vibrant hair fanned out behind her head, with some fiery locks curling around her neck and shoulders. She was arranged in a similar fashion to you, eyes closed and hands clasped. The only difference being that while your hands were just one on top of the other, hers held a single white lily in place. The Death Flower.
It was a small quiet affair, probably hastily thrown together as soon as they learnt of the dealings of last night. You don't blame them. You'd want to get it over with as soon as possible as well. There were seven people who you counted present in the cemetery, who took part in the interment.
Seven morose people who were each here because they were grieving the loss of a loved one.
Seven sad people, who, instead of celebrating like the rest of the wizarding world, were here, taking part in this heartbreaking scene.
Seven people whom you too lost.
You and Lily stood in front of the shimmering, mirror like object watching down upon them, arm in arm, just… watching. Her eyes were slightly glassy as she simply stared vacantly in front of her. You guessed that you probably looked the same way. Distant; Vacant; Empty; Isolated; with a plethora of feelings bubbling inside you, both good and bad, but mainly confusion.
It was a strange thing that; seeing your own funeral.
A slab of marble was conjured out of thin air and there was a flash of gold. The marble fixed itself in the dirt and you could barely make out the inscription on it, but both of you knew what it was anyway. Your tombstone.
The coffins, still hovering in midair, gently drifted towards the holes created for them and easily slipped in, hitting the newly revealed earth with a soft thud. Someone waved their arm, and freshly dug soil scattered itself across the coffins, dirtying the white, slowly covering it where it will be lost forever within the grasp of the earth.
A bouquet of flowers were placed on the mounds before the mirror went blank, leaving only the soft sounds of a crying baby in the background.
Lily sniffed.
You held her hand tightly.
Float down,
Like Autumn Leaves.
And hush now;
Close your eyes before the sleep.
And your miles away,
And yesterday,
You were here, with me.
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