PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE, BUT I NEVER SAID I HAD IT

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"Patience has it's limits. Take it too far and it's cowardice." George Jackson.

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{lucy has never been a coward}

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Long, soft skirt flutters around the twirling girl's thighs, so pretty. Pretty, pretty, you muse, from your hiding spot. You can see up her skirt from here, the whole length of Molly's perfect porcelain skin, the lacy white of her panties. Molly's always been the prettier sister.

"Little sister?" That's Molly - she almost always calls you little sister, it annoys you so much, it's bad enough you're both girls, can she stop reminding you you're blood related sisters?

Honestly, you aren't sure that's true. Molly has curly, beautiful, thick ginger hair she keeps in an organized bun at the top of her head, freckles dotting sun kissed skin, and perfect blue eyes, legs that go on for days. You have straight, fine, platinum blonde hair, green eyes and no freckles, E cups.

"Coming, Molly!" You've gotten good at throwing your voice, you muse as you crawl away from where you were. You can't let her know where you were. You come running from a place, twenty minutes from where you originally were. Pretty grin, faking exhaustion - you're such a liar, Lucy.

Molly looks so pretty - always looks pretty. Her lips purse, and somehow they look all the more kissable. You 'trip' {faker} into the older girl - by ten months! - arms, head tilted up. Two inches. You lean up, as if to whisper in her ear. One and a half. Closer..just a little closer.. One.

Molly jerks back, letting go of you, leaving you to stumble. How could she? "What are you doing?" she shreiks, eyes wide. Shock is not the most appealing look on her face.

"Don't you love me?" You ask, moving closer. Three feet.. "You tell me you love me all the time." Two.

Molly stumbles back, shaking her head. "Like a sister!"

"We can be both sisters and lovers." You answer. One foot...

"No we can't!" Molly shouts, running backwards.. away from you. Why is she running? "I'm straight!"

"Straight is only a label." you answer boredly.

"I don't like you that way! I love Lorcan! I will never like you in that way! Why don't you get it?" she screams at you, her hand glinting in the sun.. Wait.. glinting? You stop in your tracks, to examine the ring - engagement ring - on Molly's finger from a distance and to listen to your heart shattering.

"I.. I.." you trail off, before shoving up the Ice Queen facade you used at Hogwarts. "Great. Be fucking happy with him."

"Lucy.. I'll meet you at home, okay?" Molly looks at you, concerned. You don't really seem to notice that she refered to you as something other than little sister, nodding, masking indiference.

As soon as she disappears down the hills, walking home and out of sight, you fall to your knees. There's no one here to watch you lie and act like you always do. Sometime between now and eternity, your throat chokes up and sobs rack your body, words and actions replaying in your brain.

Eventually, you walk home, you listen to Molly and Lorcan announce their engagement - a huge mistake in your eyes, but no one cares anyway - and bite back a flood of insulting comments and a few tears {what? Hogwarts' ex Ice Queen crying? never}. You have to leave the room when you notice how much happier {genuinely happier} Molly is with him.

They'll be happy together.