Author's Notes Written a good while ago. I felt... very sad.
He sits there, itching all over, frozen all over from being in this damned cabin all the time, sits there on the cold wooden floor with no one but himself to talk to. He thinks he'll go mad if this silence lasts one more second, but he's been saying this forever now. How long has it been? Days? Weeks? Months? It all seems so intangible anymore, the sounds of laughter and happy faces and security.
He closes his eyes, hears voices. Please make them go away. But then it's her, it's always her after the storm. He knows it's insane. She can't possibly have left the security of her cave… But she's here, right now, and it's enough and she's here and why should it matter anyway? She'll always be more than enough.
His despair and longing for some human touch makes it easier for him to lose himself in her depths, makes it easier to peel her dirty layers off her thin, bony frame. They've both lost so much of their innocence; the weight they've lost is all the indication he needs. But she's full in his hands. She whispers words of encouragement and he nods, staring in her hollow eyes, and he'll believe anything she says, only if this pain could stop.
She becomes one with him. There are tears in her eyes. There are always tears in her yes.
Don't cry. Please don't cry. His breath on her lips. Their eyes are clouded, she dips her head and lays it on his chest. He holds her tight; it's not right, there shouldn't be pain.
Then her head rises again, stares into his eyes, tears still leaking from her eyes, and she leans down close enough to brush her lips over his, just enough. God, I miss you. Can't live without you. I want you.
She always says that. He never understands. You have me.
No. I'm not real. This isn't real.
And she's gone.
Miles away, in a grotto unreachable by all human life, a young woman stares out at the raging sea through a little hole and comes undone, tears of remorse leaking down her face as the spasms subside. This isn't real.
Author's Notes: So. Who do you see in this fic? I see Ron and Hermione, but only because this was strongly inspired by a fic called To The Ghost (I've lost the link to it, so if you know of this fic, could you please send it to me? I'd love you forever :).The line "Can't live without you" is straight from Saliva's Always.