When the Push comes to Shove
She had been so young, and yet the girl had already been introduced to a world of pain and death. Of course she was not alone when she had been thrust forcibly into the throng of the war. The girl had friends, two really close friends, and they fought side by side until the bitter end.
Yet, she had been more than alone than everyone thought the brave, intelligent girl let on to be.
He had been so young, and yet, the boy didn't stand a chance against the darkness that threatened his childish innocence. It lingered there, on the sideline, waiting for the moment that the boy would give up hope and lose all power to fight it off. He was truly alone, and he became cold and emotionless as an attempt to fill what ever he was missing.
The two had met unexpectedly. It wasn't suppose to happen; they were from different sides of the train tracks, but the young children's' souls sought its other half out and they found each other at the border.
In the beginning, they didn't see what was there and fought against each other in order to discover what it was that pulled, pushed, them closer to the other.
The intelligent, young girl was the first to figure out what had been about the misunderstood and corrupt boy that made her go mad with frustration.
She had been in love with him.
She did not know when it happened, but she also did not care about he if's and when's. The young girl only cared about saving him; he needed her, even if he continued to fight her.
Time after the girl made her life-changing discovery, the boy, too, finally gave into his thought to be iced over heart. He truly did love the insufferably stubborn girl.
And yet, with the two giving into the pulls and tugs, they had to stand firmly against the darkness that still plagued the boy and the girls' two closet friends.
It is lost to time how their story actually ended. Some say that they were torn apart and they moved on with their lives; the girl was said to have married her redheaded best friend and the boy married another girl who was the sister of a classmate from his years at school.
Though, others say, that the two overcame their obstacles and, after the war, married.
Who knows what had happened to them, but it is known how the two loved each other, even with their differences and upbringings. They had loved each other.
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Authors Note: So, I wrote this for French class, in French ha ha, duh. Anyway, I had to write a story that was using reflexive and non-reflexive verbs… My French professor said we could write fiction, so that's what I did. And I though Hermione and Draco are wonderful, and I haven't wrote a story about them in a long while. So, if anyone is French and they are reading this story, please, check out the French version as well and if there are any problems PM me and tell me what needs to be fixed! Thanks.
Evelyn