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A/N: This character is an OC that was a 'friend' of Lilly, James and co. Things will become clearer in future chapters. Btw the song is Whatsername by the fabulous Green Day. That's not mine either
Selfish Reasons
Forgetting
This was his 3rd night at St Mungos. Even if he still hadn't regained consciousness, he could still dream, filling the ward with his mournful cries as the full force of his guilt hit him over and over.
Thought I ran onto you down on the street/Then it turned out only to be a dream
He followed the flash of titan-red through the sharply twisting maze of streets, feet pounding, breath coming in short gasps, its silvery mist evaporating as it touched the mossy stone walls that enclosed him mercilessly. The mystery girl ran faster, but he refused to give up. The sixth sense that was telling him it was imperative he catch her was overwhelming his normally strong sense of rationality. It was squeaking feebly that he would never achieve it. Because he never did.
I made a point to burn all of the photographs/She went away and then I took a different path/I remember the face/But I cant recall the name/Now I wonder how whatsername has been. He had loved her once. That he knew with burning certainty. Maybe he still did. Every detail of her beautiful face was etched in his brain. The bright green eyes, the cute snub nose, the sprinkle of freckles on her brow and the slight upturn of her rosy mouth. Her name however, was as elusive as the unicorns she had loved.
She had stopped. He came so close he could see the watery sunlight playing on the smooth curtain of her hair. Then, with the immeasurable grace he remembered from somewhere in the dim recesses of his weary brain, she was off. He followed, determined this time it would be different. As he always was.
Seems that she disappeared without a trace/Did she ever marry old what's his face? /I made a point to burn all of the photographs/She went away and then I took a different path/I remember the face/ But I can't recall the name/Now I wonder how whatsername has been. He ran into a pretty square, its quaint houses and shops bedecked with baskets overflowing with colourful flowers, the crazy paving sparkling clean, the fountain bubbling merrily and the whole place eerily deserted. To him it was ugly and dead because she had gone. Again.
As he stood wallowing in desolate grief, a man entered from the opposite side of the square, striding solemnly towards him, hair abound in all directions, eyes boring into his. The man sat across from where he was standing, watching him unblinkingly. The recognition shot through him like a jolt. Her husband. A person he loved almost as much. The attempt he made at a smile had no affect on her husband. His stony stare had turned accusing. But why? He couldn't remember, he didn't want to. But he would.
Still the young man stared, his penetrating hazel eyes beginning to stir the dormant memories. Smiles. Laughter. Conversations .Secrets. Jokes. Friendships. Rows. Promises. Pranks. Love. Unbreakable bonds. Tears. Grief. Betrayal. Death. Guilt. Remember, whatever/It seems like forever ago/Remember, whatever/It seems like forever ago/The regrets are useless/In my mind/She's in my head/I must confess/The regrets are useless/She's in my head/From so long ago
He began to wail. It was all his fault. He had left them for his own selfish reason, left those who depended on him. Two were dead, one incarcerated for a crime he did not commit, abandoned by all those he cared about. One in pieces, another existing as a shell. The last was perhaps his greatest failure; he had allowed him to be lured by the intoxicating power of the dark. His foolish heart had fulfilled all the prophesies Fate had set, the ones he swore he never would Damn him and his selfish reasons.
And in the darkest/If my memory serves me right/I'll never turn back time/Forgetting you, but not the time.
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