Loneliness
We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for a moment that we're not alone.
- Orson Welles
The door swings freely, spreading yellow candle-light on a chunky square of the floor and he wakes. Her bare feet made no noise across the floor-boards. The moonlight caught whispers of her hair, sending them silver. Her shallow breathing hung in the cool air against the surrounding silence.
She moves across the room swiftly, teetering slightly in her state of scrambled thought. She heaves a little with her quivering tears. By the time she has reached his bed, he only just begins to stir. She slips clumsily beneath the covers, her hands shaking and her feet fidgeting.
He opens his mouth to question her presence, when she kisses him. The kiss is not particularly passionate; it is anxious, and needing, and desperate.
She has never kissed him before, and he wonders if she always kisses like that, or if she only quivers and trembles tonight. He wonders if her lips are always chapped and if there's always a faint taste of blood about her, or whether it's because she was only emitted from St Mungo's mere hours ago.
She draws closer to his warmth, huddling under the blankets and pressing her face into the pillow.
'I'm so lonely,' she whimpers.
He doesn't know what to say, and this results in his arms wrapping around her and holding her close.
This is totally random. Let's just say they're at Grimmauld Place because –uh… Sirius has just died and they're staying at HQ in the days following his death as they try to close it up because they don't know if Bella can get it.
Review, please. x