Hi everyone! Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy. It's just basically a drabble I haven't been able to get out of my head all day. Remember to review! Thank you!
You're Lily Luna Potter. You're in a boy's bed with no panties on. You lost your bra earlier, and that pretty little dress of yours is in a heap on the floor, torn in half during your haste. How did you end up like this? When did Little Lily Luna become so messed up?
Daddy wouldn't know, would he? You were his number on girl, or at least that's what he told you from the day you were born. But you know now that's not true. She was. He'd been with her for a while, and no one knew 'till poor little twelve-year-old you found them shagging in his office during Christmas break. What a great Christmas that was.
Mummy was heartbroken of course, but you weren't. You barely knew the man you called your father. He was always at work, on missions, or that was what he said. Now you realise he was probably lying, but you don't really care. To you, all this tells you is that true love isn't real. Maybe when you're with someone for a night you love them then, because for a moment they're part of you. But the next morning when you wake up, you don't love them anymore. You don't even want to know them. That isn't true love.
What is true love then? Is it what puts a smile on anyone's face? What can brighten your day within the shortest time? Is it what makes the world go around? "No, that's gravity honey."
True love can't be real. Otherwise your mummy and daddy would still be together. Forever. But they're not. He's off with some slut who's only a few years older than James, and she's off moping somewhere, trying to figure out what she did wrong during their relationship.
You almost laugh. If true love was real, why did it make people so sad? It was meant to be an amazing thing, but you can't help but think it only breaks people into pieces. Why would you want to love someone, if in the end, you were going to get hurt?
At least, that's what you think for now. When you're still young- only sixteen. Yet, there will be another boy tomorrow night, and the next night, and probably the next one too. You crave the feeling of love, but for now, that is the only way it exists for you.
But thiswill end. When you find a boy, who's just as messed up as you and you realise maybe true love really is there after all. That maybe, it can last, if both people in a relationship work for it.
You don't really know how you so become messed up, but to be honest you're young, and you don't really care. You slip your back panties on, along with the remainder of your dress, and walk out of the room, not bothering to shut the door after you.