'Thoughts'
Flashbacks
-Ghost speak-
It was a warm windy day in the middle of October and the sun was shining, everything seemed blissful and carefree.
Well, not everything...
A lone figure walked through a grove of trees next to an ancient castle. It was a man dressed in a black robe, he carrying a handful of flowers, violets to be exact.
'He always did love violets.'
He stopped at the base of a massive weeping willow.
'How appropriate' The man thought mournfully as he sat down in front of it.
He sighed, took a deep breath and he started to talk.
"Hey, it's me again. Today is is our anniversary, I'm sure you know that, you were always the one to remind me."
He stared at the tree, it's limbs swaying in the gentle spring breeze.
'He loved the wind'
A scene played before his eyes
A young man sat at the base of a willow, a book in his lap. The breeze was gently playing with his chocolate colored hair making it get in his eyes.
" Tom! You can't be reading all day!" A manly voice called out laughing.
The man, Tom, looked up, his brown eyes narrowed at the person who interrupted his reading. A young man came running up to him. He had long black hair that was flying everywhere in the wind and deep violet eyes.
"I have a potions test tomorrow." Tom sighed out.
The boy raised his eyebrows, " Oh come on! The sun is shining and the wind is blowing. It's a perfect day, no one should be studying right now." He grabbed the book Tom was reading and ran away with it.
" Hey, give that back!" He shouted at the running figure.
" You'll have to take it from me!" The boy said over his shoulder.
Harry shot to his feet and ran after him laughing all the way.
'Such happy times'
The man sighed. "How long has it been since I last saw your face?" He whispered, tears falling from his eyes.
The man stood and walked up to the trunk of the tree and traced the words carved on it.
The violet eyed man carved their initials into the wood.
"So we'll never forget this moment." He said and kissed a laughing Tom.
'Our first kiss'
He kissed the carving and tucked the flowers into a crook of the branch above him.
" Happy anniversary, my love. I will never forget you, never." The man said into the wind as he left.
And he wouldn't. He can't, even if he tried. No one forgets a soulmate. No one forgets a true love.
-My love, My Tom- A voice whispered, catching the wind.
