A/n- Wow, this came together a lot faster than I expected it to! Written for pottergoose, with the pairing Rose/Scorpius and the prompt- snow.
Also, for the Ultimate Battle Competition, using the condition-first person.
Loved By A Storm.
I'd fallen in love with a storm; it didn't surprise anyone but me that I didn't come out unscathed.
His eyes had always been so grey I used to think they were the centre of a hurricane; his words swept me off my feet and spun me around until I didn't know where I was anymore. He took away everything and everyone until it was just him in my heart and in my mind and there was no one else I loved more.
He made me feel as if there was just him and just me in this big wide world, as if we were the only two souls and nothing else mattered. He drove me insane, he made me realize that nothing I'd ever felt before could even hold a candle to how we felt when his eyes were locked with mine and our hands were intertwined.
His love was like rain, it poured on me in different ways.
His love drizzled when he held me in his arms, swaying me to the music of clouds. His love thundered when I saw it in his eyes as he kissed me. His love poured down on me hard when he would pull me close and whisper in my ears.
And his love washed away all my fears, my scars, and my faults when he told me how much I mean to him.
He was a storm but he gave me a sense of peace that can only be described as what a single night old undisturbed snow looks like in the morning.
He was a hurricane who took everything and gave everything with such intensity that I never had to wonder if I loved him.
Now I think I should've wondered if he loved me.
Like every storm, he passed. The rain of his love slowly subsided, leaving me cold, and alone in the aftermath of the destruction that the storm had caused. Leaving me behind to slowly collect the pieces of myself and join them back together.
But it took me no time to realize that not even the strongest magic can piece back a heart torn apart by the storm of love.
I still looked the same when I stared at the mirror, but a part of me didn't even recognize who that girl was. She showed no new scars but I felt like the tree with broken branches, still standing, but never the same after the hurricane had passed.
I didn't know how to move on and rebuild myself, I didn't know if it was possible.
I wondered how I'd ever believed I would be the same, I wondered how I'd ever trusted a storm to not destroy every part of me. I wondered how I'd thought that I could be the one to tame the storm that was there to destroy me.
Now, I wake up every day hoping that today was the day that I wouldn't feel gut-wrenching pain every time I hear the name Scorpius Malfoy.
But I still look out of my window every time it rains, and wonder if he's thinking of me. I wonder if he ever looks at a rose, and if it reminds him of a girl he'd loved and then destroyed.
He taught me that it's better to have loved and lose than to never have loved at all because as much as it hurts, as broken as he left me, there is nothing better than being loved by a storm.