Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N- I don't know what I was think of when I wrote this. Well, I do. See if you can figure out. And check out my other stories. They are a bit (ok, way) more in depth than this.
GRAY
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It is gray. Everything is gray. The sky is gray, the water is gray, the ground is gray, the trees are gray. And although her enrapturing hair is red, she is gray too.
She is sitting on the steps and there are tears in her eyes. They tumble down her cheeks in small streams. Her face has become a riverbed, and her brown, murky eyes have become the source.
There is paper clasped in her hand, rough and crumpled. It is gripped with such ferocity as though she will die if she lets go. It is the precipice and she is clinging to it like she has clung to nothing before.
Someone approaches from behind, taking a seat next to her. It is another girl. Her hair is wild with frizz. She is not pretty. Her eyes are sunken in and she is pale from malnourishment.
"Why are you crying?" the frizzy haired girl asks.
"Because I have no one left to cry for," she says, standing up and looking towards the gray sky. She starts to walk away.
"Where are you going?" The girl calls after her.
"Where my gray ends, and my blue begins."
The paper is still in her hand as she wanders, leaving the gray gates that confined her.
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