Beautiful in all its Simplicity
The autumn leaves fell. Swirling as they hit the ground. The brown of the leaves clashing dramatically with the green of the grass. Beneath a grand oak tree sat a girl, she was unlike any other. For she was Pansy Parkinson.
The beauty her hazel eyes once held was being taken over by the ugliness of her tears. They would turn her eyes into a blood red colour and she would wipe the tears away but they would always come, always fall. Her hair was tangled from the amount of times she would pull at it. Her ears were about to bleed from the amount of times she would scream at herself. Her wrists bleeding from the amount of times her fingernails made contact with her skin. She was punishing herself.
All she wanted to escape, to forget. But you never forget. Photographs may fade away but memories are forever. They would always stay with her. She stared into the distance. The sun was setting, casting dark shadows over everything it was touching. Including her. She sat in the shadows, willing herself to give up, to let go, to die.
She was always a strong woman; it would take a strong person to bring her down. Unfortunately for her, he was a strong person, he was equivalent to evil. Good may always conquer evil in fairy tales but this wasn't a fairy tale, it was life.
The leaves swept around her, creating a spiral as the autumn breeze blew. She liked the feel of the leaves whipping her face. It caused her pain, pain she loved to feel. It made her feel alive.
There are some types of pain she hates. The pain that he brought upon her was one of them. It was too much to handle. The pain of betrayal and heartache. It is enough to make the strongest fall to their knees.
Every time she saw them, she wouldn't dare look their way. Scared of what she may feel if she was to lay eyes on them. They were beautiful. She could never be like that. She laid her love on him and he gave it away. She would go unnoticed as she walked the halls of Hogwarts.
She looked towards the sky and saw that the stars were mocking her. They were shining to bright. Disturbing her in so many ways. All she wanted was to sit here and slowly wither away.
Days would pass before anyone would notice she was gone. One of the first was the man that caused her the worst pain of all. He now felt her pain. He just stared at her body. Her eyes were closed but he knew what was behind her delicate eyelids. Her hair was uneven as some clumps were missing. Her wrists were scarred and her fingernails were covered in her own blood. Her face had small cuts, how they got there he couldn't figure out. Logic had failed him, for the first time in his life.
The autumn leaves fell. Swirling as they hit the ground. The brown of the leaves clashing dramatically with the green of the grass. Beneath a grand oak tree lay the body of a girl, she was unlike any other. For she was Pansy Parkinson.
(Draco/Pansy)