Love, Actually- Write about a romance, in any sense, whether it be fluffy or angsty or tragic.
Word count: 533
You didn't quite believe me when I said I've met you before. Not in this lifetime but previous ones. There was once a time where my name was Salazar Slytherin and yours, Rowena Ravenclaw. A time where you were Morgana and me, Merlin. A time where you were feared as Bellatrix Lestrange and I was the wrongfully accused Sirius Black. Now in this lifetime, I am Lysander Scamander and you, Ingrid Malfoy. If you noticed, we were always on different sides. And we are once again. The Slytherin Princess and The Ravenclaw Inquirer, I'm below you. I should bow to you, and not meet eyes with you. You were to treat me like dirt and I was to treat you like royalty. But you had your mother's teachings; she taught you that all were equal, so you pursued a friendship with me. Where we ran down hills and rode brooms. We pushed each other to the limit and got scrapped knees because of it. Once I even broke my wrist, but I laughed it off just for you.
Then we got older, and you started to fancy Louis. How could you not? He was one-eighth Veela. Louis had the longest eyelashes that framed dark ocean blue eyes. You absolutely adored his freckles. Just like every other girl, you were captured by his beauty and nothing else. Who could've saw that Louis Weasley was gay? I remember how upset you were. I had thought it would be me to cheer you. But Jackson McLaggen had beat me to it. He captured you as quickly as Louis had enhanced you. I wonder if you might give me a chance. But you couldn't possibly think about dating somebody who reminded you of a brother. You wanted to stay friends and I wanted more.
There was one time I acted on my feelings. I had walked you back to your dorm. I don't remember the words that we spoke or the subject. All I remember was your apple green eyes sparkling and your slow smile caught my breath. And I kissed you. You pushed me away and you don't know how much that hurt me. I feared that I ruined what we had.
I had a right to have that fear because you never talk to me again. You had bluntly told me that you felt uncomfortable around me now. That you felt guilty that you couldn't return my feelings. That there was someone better than you and I would have to let you go.
I've let go of you in each lifetime and I was determined to keep you in this one. But you had been right, with each attempt I destroy myself. I was foolish to go against Fate. I am now paying for the consequences. You ended up marrying Fred Weasley II. I ended up alone. I couldn't find it in myself to replace you. My first love, my supposed soul mate.
Star-Cross Lovers are what we are. Not like Romeo and Juliet, where we commit suicide. But rather I'm Romeo when Rosaline broke his heart and I never got to meet my Juliet. Maybe we can get it right in the next lifetime.