Love. An unspoken act of emotion. One he was unfamiliar with. Of course, there were times when what felt like a flicker of warmth washed over him for the briefest second. A glance from her would cause such a feeling, but it was always cut short by her turning her head away, either to look at the book in her lap or to turn to another friend. That feeling abruptly faded, leaving him cold and empty.
No, it was not always. He could vaguely remember the one time she didn't turn away, didn't refuse to meet his green, ever-so-bright green eyes. She just stood there, watching. Always watching as he stepped forward hesitatingly, first one step, then another. Silence echoed as he slowly walked toward her, always thinking that, as always, it would end. She would turn her face away, to run, to hide.
But tonight, it seemed that was not to be.
She felt frozen, her breath a whisper in the chilled air. Those bright eyes, hypnotizing green eyes that always caught her attention, glowed in the faint candlelight with some indescribable, something pure. They slowly drew closer, watching her face for the slightest movement, as if he was afraid that she would look away from that face, hiding the heat on her cheeks.
Hiding her unsanctioned attraction.
She knew, oh did she know the risks. The consequences. If anyone were to see them alone even now, her life would be forfeit. But as he drew closer she found herself unable, unwilling to move. To push their savior away to keep him safe from the danger he would bring.
He saw that flicker of fear in her eyes and paused, standing in front of her with his hand outstretched, hovering in the air beside her face. Her eyes were closed, her head turned away from his hand, to her left. She was scared. Of him.
And so his hand fell, hanging limply by his side as he stared at her face, memorizing that face that made that feeling appear again. But now, it was just a hollow echo of its former self. He wanted to feel it more, to understand it. Her eyes slowly opened and she turned her head to look at him, an apology on her face and lips. But it was never spoken, never expressed. She broke, the barrier on her heart cracked and she sat heavily in a chair, her hands on her face and crying. She had been so afraid of what would happened; how could she have been so blind? His eyes, his heart, his whole soul and being was crying out 'I love you', yet she had been afraid and turned away from him all those years. She tipped back her head and cried to the skies, the echo of a torn soul hopelessly lost. And now...now...
Their savior had left. And he wasn't ever coming back.
"It is better to have loved and lost, than to have never have loved at all." Prologue of my first actual story that I'm posting, titled 'To Love'. It's a Harry Potter x Naruto fanfic, for future warning there is gender-bending included, fluff, and some people getting smothered by someone who could give even Snape the warm and fuzzies. Story style will fluctuate between the above style and standard 'fanfic-style', as I've chosen to dub it. Mostly this style I think.
So, like it or hate it? Either way, I'd like to hear your opinion :) I've written fanfics before, I just never have bothered to create an account and post them. So at the prompting of my friend and self-proclaimed editor, I'm giving it a shot.
