To the NGF's, because I am sappy like that, okay? Specifically for Ellie, Heather, Tatoe and Quinn.
I'll miss you guys, yeah?
As always, I don't own the song or Harry Potter, which this seems to be...loosely based on, with the green fire and everything.
i wish nothing but the best
for you
don't forget me
i beg
i'll remember you said
sometimes it lasts
but sometimes it hurts instead
.
she waits at the phone for months- waits for news of them, news of everything, anything. eventually she stops waiting, gives up on the phone and gets on with her life.
she remembers everything they said, and yet nothing as well. they spoke too much to remember every word, but too little to forget altogether. those moments were special, they were important, and they were some of the best.
she wishes them everything, wishes for their dreams to come true and their lives to turn out well, and wishes them the kind of happiness she had when she was with them.
she knows it had to end, somewhere, sometime, but she wishes it didn't.
she remembers when they wished her goodbye, when they offered their love one last time.
it just didn't last for them, didn't last the forever she wished it had.
.
i heard
that your dreams came true
old friend
why you so sad?
ain't like you to give up
or hide from the light
"i hate to turn out of the blue uninvited"
you say
"but i
couldn't stay away
i couldn't fight it"
.
and she's sitting on her couch in her pyjamas, flicking through muggle magazines. the fire lights up green like it hasn't done in forever and she just sits there because no, this can't be happening.
they left, she thinks. they left, but now they've come back, and then she's reaching into the flames, pulling them out of the fireplace and smiling like she just can't believe it.
.
i'll never find
someone like you
but i wish nothing but the best
for you
don't forget me
i beg
i'll remember you said
"only yesterday
was the
time of our lives"
.
it was a forever ago, when they were young and innocent and totally invincible. they spent hours together, a constant in each others' lives, like rain on the weekend or grandma's that give you sweaters. they were the best of friends and the closest of sisters, a bond that would never break.
of course it had to end. not completely, just bit by bit, as, person by person, they left. more people came, more came than left, but it was if each new addition was a too small blanket, not quite covering up the hole left behind by those who had left.
they couldn't change the minds of those who had left, the only thing they could hope for was a memory, something for them to hold on to, a little piece of those they had left behind. all you could ask for, as they said their goodbyes was not to be forgotten.
.
nothing compares
to the moments we shared
the dreams that we had
are memories made
.
they constructed dreams out of ideas and made memories of conversations had in the small hours of the night, kept awake by each other's aspirations, drinking the happiness like others would coffee.
she whispered it quietly to them often, but not once did it lose it's importance. not once did their forever start to fade, and not once did anyone not mean it when they said-
.
i love you.
Love it, hate it? r&r would be much appreciated.
-K