A/N: Another poem/story from Read (poem) and Write (story).
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My bags are packed
The boxes line the walls
I'm moving on for everything
I think as I roam these empty halls
Everything, except you
This flat never seemed emptier in all of the years that she has occupied it. The walls wear blank and bare, and there is no longer anything left out in the halls or kitchen.
She tries very hard not to remember all the times that she spent here with him.
She tries her hardest not to do this to herself, to think of anything – everything but him. Can't she see that she's just causing herself more pain?
She busies herself with trying to once again to fold those darned socks magically – a skill that she, unlike her mother never quite mastered.
He never seemed to mind much, though.
'No!' She berates herself. 'You must get him out of your mind!'
She curses under her breath and in doing so, accidentally walks herself into a wall. There she goes again…
My friends trickle away from my side
And I just hide
Behind my laughs
Behind my smiles
All my pain stored away into files
Can't you see?
She can see her mousy brown hair return, and knows that her eyes are once again their pale shade of gray. They are filled with loneliness and sorrow, but she'll never admit that these are her feelings exactly.
She just – can't.
She watched almost tiredly as Molly gave her another of those sad smiles that have been coming since the day he refused to love her.
But she thinks, as an Auror, 'too dangerous' is nothing.
I know you know something's wrong
Because it is
It's everything that my brain thinks, does or says
It's me that's wrong
As I write this sad and love-sick song
She's held them back this entire time, and it is now that the Niagara Falls must come down. It is now that some bottled-up feelings must come out.
She sinks down against the stretch of wall next to the door. She attempts at grabbing one of the suitcases for support, but only ends up knocking it over.
Tears drop down the bridge of her nose, and sobs now wrack her body. She lets all of her emotions come flooding through, until finally…
She feels numb.
I never told you that I love you
How I miss being stuck to you like glue
How I miss how you made me laugh
When it was real
When I could feel
She stands and gathers her things, looking around the area that was once her living space. One more lone tear makes its way down her cheek.
She turns the handle, and steps out into the hall.
With a 'pop', she is gone.
Because a Tonks without a Remus just doesn't make sense.
The moving truck is here
But where are you?
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