Hello, hello! This is my first ever Rose/Scorpius story. I always thought it'd be different but I wrote this and it felt like a Scorose story to me. The format is completely weird I guess you can say. It's short but when I wrote it it was just a mini story for my friend's entertainment. Anyways feel free to write a review if you like.
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I would be swimming in a pool full of money. I owe nothing.
Dead Beauty
Her lips are pale.
She's nothing but a phantom ready to haunt.
Eyes empty, no windows to the soul.
His throat tightens.
He wants to be strong for her.
But he can't. He can't push back the overwhelming feelings.
That night he cries himself to sleep without her knowing.
She's still an angel to him.
She looks in the mirror; she's nothing but a ghost of who she was.
She's death waiting to happen.
He doesn't see it.
He still sees the color in her face and the sparkle in her eyes.
She's already dead to herself.
Nothing but a colorless sketch in a world of color.
She's wrong, he tells her. She's nothing but beauty.
Dead beauty, she cries.
You're alive to me. But she still can't see it.
She's nothing but skin and bone.
A lingering ghost.
She feels it. It's close.
He's oblivious because nothing bad can happen to him.
He's the golden boy.
She feels it getting closer.
A bloodthirsty thing waiting in the wings of remorse.
He sleeps peacefully while she falls.
Falls into an ocean of darkness.
With on last breath she's gone.
He awakes a sudden ache in his chest.
He calls for her.
Nothing.
He waits.
Nothing.
She's gone.
Nothing but a dead beauty.
She's cold and lifeless.
He's broken and numb.
He can still see the color in her face and the sparkle in her eyes in his mind.
Even when she's in an ebony case with satin and beautiful roses in her hands.
Even with her closed eyes and her pale face.
She's alive to him.
She'll always be beautiful.
Even when dead.