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Light filtering down, embracing us in a warm cocoon amid the cool grass. I'm in heaven.
(Hell must be nearby.)
Wisps of auburn bleed into unrefined gold as our heads touch. I can hear his thoughts.
(They will not always be so clear.)
Hearts race; time slows. I can see his dreams written in the clouds—perfect, tangible.
(He does not see mine.)
He speaks, shedding beautiful notes off his tongue. They crescendo into a harmony—of hope, of life, of love. We want to change the world.
(The world will change us.)
The connection is broken as he sits up. My breath hitches; I long to have him near.
(We will not always be so close.)
He confesses our secrets—hushed tones, like a lullaby. They are ours alone. "We can be together—forever."
(Nothing lasts forever.)
The world moves around us as we move together. Two hearts coalesce; I am as much a part of him as he is of me.
(Like a horcrux, he keeps me alive.)
With a look, he bares his soul. I can see the future in his eyes: a light that flickers in his dark-blue irises.
(Somewhere in the darkness, we've lost the light.)
Word Count: 198
Author's Note: Written for the Daily Prophet edition two competition: "A Little Bit of Déjà Vu". I used the Season 2, round 4 Chaser 2 prompt: write a fic that starts and ends with the same concrete noun. Also written for the Stratified Agate Competition: write a 100-200 word drabble about your pairing (Grindeldore).
