a/n I have no idea why i wrote this. It's what happens when I'm tired. Anyway, please review, even to tell me it was rubbish. The whole freeverse thing is new to me, but i tried.
Disclaimer: If i was JK Rowling, would I write this? Maybe. But you'll never know, because I'm not her. And if I owned Harry Potter, there would be a next-gen series out right now. But there isn't. So i do not own, in any way, Harry Potter.
sigh.
days of wine and roses laugh and run away, like a child a play.
three words, eight letters, and I'm all s
if only that was true
lorcan was the first boy to give her a rose. It wa t
[but people cannot be perfect, anyway]
because she was rose and he was lorcan
no, she was naivety
And he was like a dream, the way he spoke to her like she was the most important girl in the world
And he'd taken off the thorns on the roses
She should've known then
A rose without thorns is like a life without living.
And he said she was beautiful
and then he said, it's me, not y o u, rose.
And Dominique had always been the girl in the shadows, on the sidelines, and rose watched as she took to the stage-
rose told herself it happens i e.
The scar was shallow, and it healed, leaving a slight crook in her heart.
lysander.
Out of all the boys, he was the one who swore
neveR
to hurt her
she opened up her heart; he jumped inside and messed her up
With a voice like the ocean waves
she clung to him with her crooked heart,
He was the longest
He was the one who had the gold ring in his hands
that purple velvet box
[[but gold cannot be pure, and people cannot be perfect anyway]]
he had her future. Y E S-
But she waited too long- And-
She was scared to walk down that isle
so he stopped loving her
He started loving lucy. Clever, pretty, quie y
and the cut runs deep and never healed, and suddenly
she's broken like a puzzle.
Rose loves puzzles
purple velvet is ugly anyway
And it took her a while to get the pieces back anyway; and then she saw there were half missing
And everyone knows a
puzzle is finished,
-over-
before it has begun
if you never have the opportunity to make it whole in the first place
she learnt her lesson.
But love has no cure. She was vunerable.
SCORPIUS
was always dangerous. His head was full of . stars.
She doesn't really know how it happened
she was stupid
she told herself
just because you learnt the lesson
doesn't mean you can't live for the day
-that's what love does to you, in case you didn't know-
and she clung to him too; but her nails
they hurt him.
And he left her with the taste of alcohol in her mouth and failure in her hair
A rose in the mud, with rain
he was never hers,
that's what he said-
He was white
Lily-white. Pure. Unbroken by love;
unhurt
And she watches as he says those two words,
three l s
I DO
to the white lily
[[who stole him, because that's what she does]]
and she wonders with a grim satisfaction
he who has never experienced hurt, cannot experience true love.
And for the R O S E with thorns
love is jus loneliness
And then she's clever for a moment
And that's when she realises
Her heart was made to be broken, in the end.
The end. You see that little box down there? The one that says 'write your review here'?
Feel free to do just that. Cheers, i owe you one, i really do. I might even go and read your stories (and review), how's that for a bargain? :)