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Hearts
Eyes. She sees the smoke before the fire, so to speak.
Curling wafts of grey wispy smoke, and beneath them Sirius Black, a cigarette in one hand, a bottle of fire whiskey in the other. He hasn't seen her yet.
"Hey!" she says, "You shouldn't be up here." The boy starts and turns around. Lily rolls her eyes and awaits the usual onslaught of 'Prefect jokes' and charming smiles. None come.
She looks closely at him and is startled with what she sees.
If eyes are the window to the soul, then this boys soul is certainly broken. His usually cheerful, grey eyes; so full of mischief and charm, are now sad and desolate. There are tears clinging to his dark eyelashes - a sight she has never seen- and before she knows it, Lily is sitting next to him, gazing at the clouds from atop Gryffindor Tower.
Hands. Hesitantly, she puts her hand on his shoulder. This is a whole new Sirius, she can't find a trace of the lively prankster she was yelling at just a few hours ago. It scares her slightly.
He extends a hand and offers her a cigarette. She shakes her head and is about to leave when he speaks.
"I ran away from home".
Wordlessly, she sits back down and accepts the cigarette.
Lungs. She coughs violently, feeling the smoke swirl around in her lungs. Exhaling, she leaves the glowing cigarette down. "Why?"
He is silent for a moment and she's afraid she has upset him, but he starts to talk again.
"I just . . . They sicken me." He takes another puff."It was like a black hole - I couldn't get out." Family problems. That Lily could understand. "My sister." She doesn't need to explain any further. He nodded slowly, "Do you miss her?"
"Yeah, she's still family"
He looks frustrated, "I want to hate them so badly, but…"
"You can't let them go just like that?"
"Yeah."
He takes another drag from his cigarette, she does too, it seems appropriate.
Lips. He takes a swig of his fire whiskey. "I'd offer you some but we couldn't have a drunk prefect now, could we?"
She smiles - he's back. She knows that this is the end of their first sincere conversation, so she gets up and stamps on the cigarette.
"It'll get better"
He just nods. She hesitates and then leans over, gives him a swift kiss on the cheek, and leaves.
Hearts. They're so easily broken, really.
Apologies for my bad punctuation. This is the first story I've posted on this site so any reviews are appreciated.
Peace and love,
~Chocolate China~