All credit to Charlotte Donahue, an author on fanfiction, for the inspiration of this story. I've been meaning to do a Sirius/OC fic for a while now, but felt too lazy. She inspired me to write this. Write on, Charlotte, write on.
Remember
Do you remember when you loved me? Do you remember those happy years of bliss? Do you remember the electricity flowing through you every time we touched? Do you remember the way you tucked my hair behind my ear before leaning in for a gentle kiss? For I remember all of those. I remember.
If you do not remember when you loved me; if you do not remember those happy years of bliss…if you do not remember the electricity flowing through you every time we touched; if you do not remember the way you tucked my hair behind my ear before leaning in for a gentle kiss, remember this. Remember the rose. Remember our roses. For how could you forget? I haven't.
I remember the roses. Mine still lasts, in the West Wing of my manor. Nobody is allowed to go there, lest they see the rose. It rests in a glass case, forever preserved, but forever cold and unfeeling. A sick and twisted Beauty and the Beast. And I am the Beast, the one whose heart has been frozen by a loved one, yet no beauty, or handsome, will come to thaw it. You will never come back. I remember the roses. Does yours still last? Mine does.
I hope you remember the roses. I hope you remember how we sat, untouched, right next to the bed of thorn-less roses, achieved by many careful years of gardening and interbreeding. I have given up. The roses have thorns now. Are you sorry? I am.
You remember the last day. You have to remember how we laughed, chasing each other around the waterfall, tumbling in a tangled heap when we caught up to each other. I do. I hope it pains you. It pains me.
You must remember the promise; broken. You must remember the way you tucked my hair behind my ear before leaning in for a gentle kiss, promising you would be back next spring. Did you count the moments? I did.
You cannot remember the feeling of love, tender and warm, for you are gone now. Gone, lost to the apathetic Other World. You never came back the next spring. You couldn't; already lost to the Other World. Do you wish you had? I do.
Maybe you do remember when you loved me. Maybe you remember those happy years of bliss… For, indeed, how could you forget?
A/N: I couldn't help it. I had to write this. If you have read it, kindly review it. It would mean the world to me; it would mean that my hour of slaving over this piece was worth it, if one reader could love it, cherish it.
Luv,
Rose
CONFUSION: This IS a Sirius/OC fic. I didn't put any names in.