A/N: This was written for obsessivegirl73's The Second Person POV Competition. I hope you enjoy it :)
Rating: K, because it's an innocent story.
Disclaimer: This is really pointless to put, but since I'm a Paranoid Parrot... I do not, nor will I ever, own Harry Potter or anything associated with it. I make no profit from writing this.
Her fiery hair drifts behind her, providing a constant contrasting background to the paleness of her face. Her whole body looks as smooth and white as porcelain. The dress she's wearing floats to just past her knees – far enough to hide her delicates as she swings up and short enough to not drag along the dirt as she swings down.
Her smile is as bright as the sun, you think, and you wonder if it'd be a brighter world if her smile could simply replace the sun altogether. She looks angelic, surrounded by the vines that had twisted themselves onto the seldom used swing over the years.
And when you see her eyes, you're sure she must be a sort of creature. No, not creature – that word sounds too ugly and animalistic to describe the beauty you're looking at. You're not sure what to label her and you soon forget about trying to as you catch sight of her eyes once more.
They're the prettiest shade of green you've ever seen. The vines next to those eyes look dull and lifeless. You can't even find a word in your head to describe the shade of green, and you're happy about that, because it means no one else can steal this special piece of art from you.
Past the colour, there's more that makes these eyes the perfection that they are. It's as if her smile and her hair were combined in her eyes, and you know how ludicrous that would sound outside of your private thoughts, but it doesn't matter, because it's true.
They outshine even her smile and are warmer than the fire that her hair portrays, neither of which you would have thought possible. They hold innocence – a kind of sweet oblivion you know aren't in your own dark eyes anymore. The not-named-green holds friendliness on the surface, but underneath you can tell that that's not all that's kept in this otherworldly being who is, for some reason unknown to you, pretending to be a girl.
And then her gaze lands upon you and you're positive that you're going to die, because the organ that is supposed to be pumping blood through your body is no longer moving. Her lips that look so feather-soft lift into a different type of smile – a special one – and know you know for certain that this is your end, because your lungs are now refusing to pull in and release air.
You watch as she digs her shoes into the dirt to stop the motion of the swing and lightly hops to the ground. She's approaching you now, and even in your dazed state you can't help but notice the gracefulness in which she walks, and you once again briefly ponder what type of...of something that she is.
Then, she's in front of you, holding out her small hand and introducing herself as a flower. All of your other thoughts stop except for Lily, Lily, Lily. You can breath again, though, and your heart is back to doing it's job, so you grasp her hand gently in yours and somehow find the words to return the favor of introduction.
This wasn't your end, you realize while you follow your precious flower to the swing, but your beginning.
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