A/N: Heya, I'm sort of back. I hope you still like me (more like my writing) and forgive me for such a long hiatus. So having said this, on with the story… This is based on AFI's song This Time Imperfect. If you haven't listened to it before, I'm most definitely recommending it to you. It's a really sad song, but a really good one. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this. Reviews, opinions, thoughts, constructive criticism are always appreciated.
I felt my heart shattering as its pulse accelerated out of control…
I felt my airways close slowly as your faces got closer…
…And then I died.
I couldn't leave just because the sight in front of me kept me paralyzed, but I couldn't stay either; I had seen just too much.
My feet started moving to their own towards you, towards him. My fingers brush your back as I pass by; I choke back some sobs and try to keep my composure. I fail miserably.
And then it's only me and the wind blowing through my hair as I run away from the scene. My mind keeps replaying how his lips closed onto yours, your fingers passing through his hairs just like you did with me when we kissed… I continue running because I'm afraid of what will happen if I stop. Suddenly, I trip over a rock and fall face first on the ground. I don't feel the fall nor do I feel my skin cutting and scraping. I close my eyes and fall prey to the darkness I'm being immersed in...
I open my eyes slowly. Everything is so white and pristine… I must be in the Hospital Wing. I try to move, but my whole body hurts, especially my head. It feels ready to explode.
"Hermione…"
That voice.
She's here.
Closing my eyes once more, I try to control my breathing. In, out, in, out.
"Hermione…"
I opened my eyes and didn't look at her. I just stared forward in complete silence.
"I'm so sorry, my love… You have to believe me… I'm so sorry…"
For days you cried, asking for my forgiveness and eventually, I comforted you, always silent. I just couldn't speak to you. Not now. Maybe never. Only harsh words would come out of me…
I wished to tell you so much, Ginny, but I couldn't, and I still can't look at you in the face and tell you… You have no idea how much you hurt me, how much the image of you with him haunts me. I still wake up in the middle of the night crying, tears so hot they seem to scald my skin…
I forgive you, Ginny Weasley…
…But I'll never forget the day you looked into my eyes and promised to love me for forever and a day and your lips… your pinkish, luscious lips murdered that promise I held so dearly to my heart.