A/n- I own nothing you recognize.
When did you realize it was time to change your ways? Was it the moment you looked in the mirror and realized that you didn't know the person staring back at you? Your blue eyes were sparkling with unshed tears. Your blonde hair lay in tangles from you running your hands through it so many times out of frustration. You put that bottle to your lips in attempt to drink your problems away.
He promises it has nothing to do with you, but you can't help but to beat yourself up over it. You don't understand what is wrong with you. Were you not good enough for him? Of course you tried your hardest to be the best person you could possibly be for him. In the end, he never cared about you. At least, that's what you think. He keeps begging on his knee for you back.
It might have been two years ago, but you trusted him with everything in you. How could he betray you like this? Did the ring on his hand even matter to him? You guess it didn't. It was just something that he could slip on and off whenever he felt necessary. Even though he swears it only happened once, you wonder how many times it truly happened.
It's times like these that you wish you were five again. When the only guy you needed in your life was your father; when you didn't alienate yourself from your family; when your sister was your hero and your brother looked up to you. But so much has changed since you were five. You weren't that innocent child that your father read fairy tales to you until you fell asleep.
As you see your blood-shot eyes in the mirror, you wish you were in that meadow again. You had so many memories in the meadow with your sister and brother; memories of when you were truly happy and the smiles you wore weren't forced.
Sometimes if you think hard enough, you can still feel the chill of September rain against your skin. You can still hear the whispers of long forgotten promises that you never meant to break. But you need to understand that all promises end up broken in the end, love. That's what your sister hates you the most for though; all the broken promises.
You could feel the breeze blowing through your hair as you flew your broomstick. You remember laughing loudly as your sister flew beside you, coaching you on how to fly your broomstick better. You could feel the broomstick against your cold, numb fingers. You may have been cold, but you were enjoying yourself too much to stop.
You want desperately to feel the coolness of the water against your skin again. Maybe you could drown your sorrows in that lake near the meadow. Oh, how many times you drowned your worries away with your sister and brother.
But you're no longer five and your life is too screwed up to be fixed. Maybe it is truly time to change your ways.