xrosex;

His fingers are tight on your waist. He's laughing. I'm going to marry you someday, he says. His ice-blue eyes hold no doubt. Your heart beats faster and you feel dizzy but you force your voice to come out steady when you murmur we'll see.

You're crying. Scorpius grabs your hand but his eyes are lost. Baby? What..? You choke on a sob. You love her more than me, you wail, and saying it out loud makes it real. He hesitates.

You leave.

…You always come back. He isn't surprised when you succumb into his arms again. Hi, he says, smiling genuinely. I missed you. His mouth looks soft and his fair looks soft and his eyes look soft and he's glowing like he used to, and everything is so perfect in that moment that you almost smile. You bury your face into his chest, as if that was all it took to keep you together.

And you missed him, too.

You know he isn't yours.

Not yet.

You see them in the corridors together, when he thinks you aren't there. Scorpius—your Scorpius—is kissing her perfect face and whispering things you can't understand into her ear. Her answering laugh is so relieved and pretty and flawless and euphoric that you don't want to know what he's saying.

Scorpius is pulling you into a hug for the thousandth time. Your heart aches regardless. You're beautiful, he whispers, and you try to smile.

You're beautiful, he tells her. She grins.

She knows.

I'm going to marry you, Scorpius whispers. His strong gentle hands softly trace your ring finger. Your heart is beating this fast and you feel drunk, drunk on him, but right now that's okay. You smile, relieved, because you believe him. You believe him. His smile is sweet and his voice is low. My future wife, he coos, and you melt. My wife.

You're watching them again. Scorpius looks blissful and she looks so gorgeous you want to scream.

I love you, he tells her. She smiles warmly.

She knows that, too.

You tell yourself he loves you too.

You know he doesn't.

Rose? People ask, expressions concerned and caring as you float through life half-dead. Are you even listening?

Hey babe, the Slytherin grins. You try not to cry.

She's no where to be found.

Scorpius, you cry, and you cry, do I even mean anything to you? He sighs, exasperated. Yes, you do. We've been over this. You look away and pretend it means something.

You know it's not enough.

We're going to have kids, he promised. We'll give them everything. You nod brokenly. Okay, you murmur. Okay.

The next day you watch as he gives her flowers. He swoops in for a passionate kiss and you feel sick. Your eyes close on their own accord but they don't disappear. Their twisted beautiful faces dance behind closed lids.

Scorpius looks up and meets your eyes. You can tell in that moment that he knows that he's killing you. His gorgeous eyes become foggy, and he looks like he might cry.

But that isn't enough, either.

You give up.

xscorpiusx;

And with a confused mind and a heavy heart, you watch as Rose Weasley's heart breaks.

I thought you were the girl always dreamed about

But I let the dream go and the promise broke

And the make believe ran out