Somewhere out there is Somebody
AN: Inspired by Reba's Somebody. It's really good to listen to it and read at the same time.
We pass each other every day at around 5 o'clock every morning. Each of us going the opposite direction. Each of us running our daily runs. I only remember her because she's the only one I see regularly. We went to school together. I'm almost positive we were in the same year.
One day by some happenstance we both took a route in the nearby muggle park. She had stopped to watch the sunrise and I had stopped to tie my shoe. It was very cliché that we ended on the same bench.
I couldn't remember her name. I knew she was a Weasley, but there are so many of them. Molly maybe? Or Lily? It didn't matter because the Weasley girl was friendly and we spoke for a little while.
I don't remember exactly what I said. We were making small talk and I made a joke about my love life. You know, the kind where I say I'm never going to find anyone. I'd just broken up with Patricia and felt….nothing. We didn't care about each other.
The Weasley girl got this look on her face and she smiled at me.
She said "I've been there before. Keep on lookin' cause maybe who you're lookin' for is somebody in the next car, somebody on the morning train, somebody in the coffee shop that you walk right by every day, somebody that you look at, but never really see. Somewhere out there is somebody."
We parted shortly after that and I forgot to ask her name, but she never asked me for my name either.
That day I had a meeting at the Ministry with Albus Potter. We had to discuss the new change in the Auror Department. I remember him from school, kind of a shy boy. We had our meeting, but I just couldn't get what the Weasley girl said out of my head. The girl Albus brought with her was a girl who I remembered lived two flats above me.
She had gorgeous blue eyes. And all I can think is maybe I can fall in love. I got her owling address. At this point I'm feeling very positive about. Weasley girl may be smarter than I thought. That's when I remember her name is Rose. She was top of our year. How could I forget?
I see her running again the next day, but we pass each other like we've never met. She doesn't even glance at me. I don't glance at her. We're fine, on our own routes. We don't speak again.
We both laugh about the moment that it happened. The moment when I saw the future in her eyes, and not just another pretty face and I wonder why I searched so long when she was always there.
We met accidently in a bar. I had just ended the night with 'girl from two flats up'. I still can't remember her name. She had to leave for some Auror business and I elected to stay and drink. I had picked up my beer and turned to walk and talk to some of my buddies in the corner booth when she came out of nowhere with her own class of fire whiskey. We crashed and fell and were completely soaked with alcohol. She kept repeating how sorry she was. It was Rose Weasley.
She was the one I ran by every day and never really saw. She was the one for me. I never owled 'girl from two flats up' again. Yeah, Rose and I are pretty happy. I'm in love and so is she. The only thing different now is that we run together, on the same route, on the same path, no longer in opposite directions.