This is so random, I have no idea what I was thinking by writing it but that's that.
Disclaimer: I do not now or will I ever own Harry Potter. I've learnt to live with it, you should too.
I also do not own the lyrics or tune to unfaithful.
Unfaithful
By Night Rise
Story of my life
Searching
for the right
But it keeps avoiding me
Sorrow in my soul
Cause
it seems that wrong
Really loves my company
I come home to see him sitting on the sofa, coffee cup in hand. The green mug is still full to the brim
and I can tell that the black substance is stone cold.
I stalk over to him and place a kiss on his cheek before retreating to our room and holding my head in my hands.
He's more than a
man
And this is more than love
The reason that the sky is
blue
The clouds are rolling in
Because I'm gone again
And to
him I just can't be true
I peer through the gap in the door and see that the mug is placed on the coffee table and
Harry is staring into space, silent tears running down his face and dripping off his chin onto the shag carpeting.
I feel sorry for him, but I cant end
it now. And I
know that he knows I'm unfaithful I
don't wanna do this anymore I feel it in the
air
And it kills him inside
To
know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see him dying
I don't wanna be the reason
why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more
inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away
his life
I don't wanna be...
A murderer
As I'm doing my hair
Preparing for another date
A kiss
upon my cheek
As he reluctantly
Asks if I'm gonna be out late
I
say I won't be long
Just hanging with the girls
A lie I didn't
have to tell
Because we both know
Where I'm about to go
And
we know it very well
"I'll be back soon" I call to him as I open the door. He silently nods and I can see the pain all too visible in his eyes.
'He's getting worse' I think. I can see him slowly breaking apart, every time I leave and every time I return.
I smile weakly as I meet my not-so-secret lover round the corner and head off to the restaurant.
I don't wanna do
this anymore Our love, his trust
Cause I know that he knows
I'm unfaithful
And it kills him inside
To know that I am happy
with some other guy
I can see him dying
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk
out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna
hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna
be...
A murderer
I might as well
take a gun and put it to his head
Get it over with
I don't
wanna do this
Anymore
Uh
Anymore (anymore)
I turn the key in the lock and call to him. There is no answer. Thinking he has gone to bed early, I slide into the bedroom. He isn't there. I call again and search around.
Then I spot it.
I don't wanna do this
anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
And everytime I walk
out the door
I see him die a little more inside
And I don't
wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't
wanna be...
The speck of red peeking out from the bathroom. Fearing the worst I edge open the door, and the worst is what I saw.
Harry, my husband, spread eagle on the ground, a gun in his hand. His face is unrecognisable as he has blown it off.
All matter splashed over the walls and pooling gruesomely on the pure white tiles, now forever stained.
Beside him lies a note.
Ginny,
Whats the point in pretending anymore. We both know where you go, what you do.
Take the apartment for you and him. I'm sure you will be happy together.
Clean the mess before you invite him in though.
Harry.
Tears dilute the crimson liquid splattered upon the parchment.
I never though it would come to this…
I've become…
A murderer
