Have you ever opened an old book, flipping carefully through the delicate
yellowed pages, and come to a certain spot where you can find the roses of
yesterday?
I have. And I looked at the book- a copy of Quidditch Through the Ages, but what I found between pages 96 and 97 made me start.
I thought I burned all the pictures of you I had. I distinctly remember going through all my possessions- the photo albums, the snapshots on my walls, tables, and desks, and burning them, ripping them apart.
How could have this found it's way here? I looked at the picture- you and me, on the day we had the picnic by the lake...in the picture, I'm laughing, and you're hugging me.
I smiles, thinking of the day, but then I remember, I remember how much I hate you, and I almost rip the picture.
But then, for some odd reason, I feel like I shouldn't. I want to, but I feel like I shouldn't.
So, I set it aside, covering it with an old poster so that I don't have to look at your face.
I try to go back to cleaning out the attic, like I was supposed to, but the damn picture won't get out of the back of my mind.
That's exactly how I felt after that night- our relationship, no matter how hard I tried to forget it; it just wouldn't leave me alone.
Frustrated, I give up, and take the picture downstairs with me, going into my bedroom, and locking it in the second drawer of my night table. That's where I keep my pictures of Cedric, and other little things from relationships that I cherished. I have to clean that out too.
Picking up my to-do list from my desk, I quickly glance over it.
Feed the cat. Check.
Do laundry. Check.
Clean out attic.
I skipped that one, and went to the next item, the last item on my list.
Buy new broom.
The perfect excuse to get out of this house, and distract myself from the stupid picture.
I grabbed my purse, and Apparated to Diagon Alley. Going into Quality Quidditch Supplies, I looked longingly at the latest Silverstar 5000. I deserved to buy myself a present, didn't I?
Yes, yes, I did.
Turning to go ask the price, I accidentally bumped into the man in back of me.
"Oh- sorry." I looked up at him apologetically.
"Harry. How nice to see you again." I said calmly.
I have. And I looked at the book- a copy of Quidditch Through the Ages, but what I found between pages 96 and 97 made me start.
I thought I burned all the pictures of you I had. I distinctly remember going through all my possessions- the photo albums, the snapshots on my walls, tables, and desks, and burning them, ripping them apart.
How could have this found it's way here? I looked at the picture- you and me, on the day we had the picnic by the lake...in the picture, I'm laughing, and you're hugging me.
I smiles, thinking of the day, but then I remember, I remember how much I hate you, and I almost rip the picture.
But then, for some odd reason, I feel like I shouldn't. I want to, but I feel like I shouldn't.
So, I set it aside, covering it with an old poster so that I don't have to look at your face.
I try to go back to cleaning out the attic, like I was supposed to, but the damn picture won't get out of the back of my mind.
That's exactly how I felt after that night- our relationship, no matter how hard I tried to forget it; it just wouldn't leave me alone.
Frustrated, I give up, and take the picture downstairs with me, going into my bedroom, and locking it in the second drawer of my night table. That's where I keep my pictures of Cedric, and other little things from relationships that I cherished. I have to clean that out too.
Picking up my to-do list from my desk, I quickly glance over it.
Feed the cat. Check.
Do laundry. Check.
Clean out attic.
I skipped that one, and went to the next item, the last item on my list.
Buy new broom.
The perfect excuse to get out of this house, and distract myself from the stupid picture.
I grabbed my purse, and Apparated to Diagon Alley. Going into Quality Quidditch Supplies, I looked longingly at the latest Silverstar 5000. I deserved to buy myself a present, didn't I?
Yes, yes, I did.
Turning to go ask the price, I accidentally bumped into the man in back of me.
"Oh- sorry." I looked up at him apologetically.
"Harry. How nice to see you again." I said calmly.