Angie may seem a bit OOC at the end of this, but I think that anyone could act that way when they are in a delicate state like that. For crying out loud, the girl is depressed in this. I OWN NOTHING!

Title: Candles

Rating: PG-13 (suicide)

Idea: song called "Candles" by Hey Monday

Angelina didn't care anymore. She truly didn't, no matter how much her bruised heart and jaded mind told her she did.

Who the hell mattered anymore? Not Roger Davies if you asked her. With all the damn promises he's broken, Angelina had learned not to trust him; that she must ignore that small grain of hope inside her that secretly wished he was trustworthy. She thought that one day, he would get back all the crap he's put her through in the past months, and that one morning Roger would wake up with nothing but his "sorrys".

As she burst through the doors of the common room, she became aware of how much this break-up hurt her deep within herself. Her thoughts shifted to how he left her alone in the dark when she was depressed…about how she couldn't see past her teary eyes. During the moments when her eyes were seeing the world through kaleidoscope vision and not the way eyes were suppose to work. For a brief moment or two each day, she could have swore that she could only see the world in black and white.

The one day when someone could have stopped Angie from going any farther than she was already, Roger Davies was too busy at Ravenclaw's Qudditch practice. Roger should feel ashamed for never listening because he could have been the one to save her from herself, and that would have saved Angelina from more mass hysteria later on.

But when she was standing on the edge, ready to jump, who was the one who grabbed her arm gently and got her down? It wasn't him, but it was Fred Weasley, a boy who she did in fact care deeply about. Fred was the one who, when she was about to take that last step into pure insanity, stopped her with sadness and fear in his blue eyes.

"Angelina! What the hell is wrong with you?" Fred cried as he got her down from the high ledge she'd been standing upon.

Her eyes avoided him as tears flooded from them. Angelina knew all too well that she didn't have a clue what was wrong with her, so she only tightened her grip around his middle.

"Angie…don't you know how much we love you? How much I love you?" She nodded and cried against him, using him to hold her fragile self up. "Jumping isn't going to save you Angie. No matter how much you wish did will."

"Fred…help me." She whimpered in a small voice, and then curled up farther into his arms. He was all that matter right now because he would help her.

Angelina didn't give a damn about Roger Davies or David Rogers-whatever his name was. Because she knew deep within her beat up heart that Fred Weasley loved her.

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