Disclaimer/ I do not own Harry Potter.
Written for The Lolita Challenge on HPFC
Her face was familiar, like a lost family member. I had seen it somewhere before. The slope of her nose, her frizzy hair was all too familiar. She reminded me of my wife; but there was something different about her, something almost ..disturbingly familiar. Like being woken up from a happy dream, but having no recollection of it.
I had seen her face for only seconds, and yet I could recall everything about it. Her fair skin, dark eyes, and light hair. She had been looking at me with care and love, but it was mingled with far too much sadness. Why couldn't I remember?
I sighed, put down the book I was looking at, and walked out of the book store.
When I got home, I poured myself a cup of coffee to keep me awake and waited for my wife, Monica, to get home from work. Recently, Monica had immersed herself in more and more work. She tired herself out. While she did this, I retreated from work and worked as little as possible while still getting by. I wasn't sure what had gotten into the two of us- we both agreed that something was missing in our marriage. We had gone to see three marriage counselors already, but none had helped. We talked often about filling this hole with children, but our doctor told us that Monica was probably too old to procreate.
I just wanted to be happy again. I have no clue why or even exactly when the switch had flipped and made me depressed. Before, I wasn't constantly happy, but most of the time, I was at least content. Now, I took anti-depressants and prayed that something could come and fill the gaping hole in my chest.
But, when I saw that girl… her face seemed to lessen the pain. For the minutes after she left, my mind played her face in its memory again and again and again. In these minutes, I felt no pain. In these minutes I was healed.
A/N this is my first story on and i really really hope that everyone likes it! comments and critiques are welcome! :)