Six Months Later
Rubie
She screamed at the top of her lungs and sat bolt up in the uncomfortable hospital bed. The night nurse ran to her but she shoved her roughtly away telling her in a broken voice to looked around the dark room, realizing she was at St. Mungos. 'I wish he was here..' she thought and layed back down. She rubbed her stomach, hoping to feel movement again, but only physical pain came. Tears welded in her eyes. Her baby was really gone. The last thing she had left of him. He would have saved her. Them. Her and their daughter. She closed her eyes tightly and is face flooded the back of her eyelids and she smiled . She could hear his voice still. As if he were sitting right next to her. She held onto her pillow as if it were him holding her. It had been six months since that blissful night and she dreamt about it every single night. It kept her sane and able to deal with her fiancee. She cringed at the thought of him. She rubbed her stomach again. He was why this had happened. Why her baby was dead. Jealousy. Hatered. All over one guy out of many that she cheated on him with. But telling him she would leave if when she found that mystery boy again might not have helped.
She rubbed her shoulder, were a fresh circular hole was from the spear he had gladly pushed her into just a few days ago. She winced at the sudden pain and removed her hand. Violent. Abusive. Controling. And now a murderer. But no one would believe her. The docters think she did this to get rid of the baby. She started to cry uncontrolablly. She longed for that goofy blond boy that she had spent only one night with. She craved his touch. So much more now then she had ever. She forced herself to scoot to the edge of the bed and pulled a shirt out of her bag. His shirt from that night. She pressed it to her nose and inhaled deeply. His scent.
She slipped the shirt over the pillow she had been clutching to, and in an instant, it morphed into him. She could feel her eyes tear up again but this time his hand reached out and cupped her cheek, his rough thumb wiping her tear away. "I hate to see my beauty cry so much." A sob escaped her lips and she threw herself against him. She gripped his shirt tightly and sobbed uncontrolably into it. She could feel his arms wrap around her and a wave of relief wash over her, but her tears still came as she coked to stop crying. She could feel a hand rubbing her back tenderly and she shivered against him. "Will you stay with me?" She whispered in a begging voice. He laughed softly and she could hear his heart flutter faster as he laid back with her. "Anything for you.'' He stroked her hair and she nuzzled his chest. She feel into a peaceful sleep, but that wasn't meant to last.
Drew
He jolted awake, looking around the room. After reassuring himself it was a dream, he let out a sigh and held his head in his hands. It was the same dream every night. He chased after the girl with the fiery red hair, and she always slipped away from him. A reoccurring night terror. It had been almost six months since he'd left Hogwarts; a year since he lost her. They had shared one night, a night he'd never forget. He could still feel the softness of her skin, the warmth of her touch, the electricity when his lips were pressed to hers. His redheaded Jane Doe. He thought about her often.. Who was he kidding? Often didn't begin to cover it. She was always on his mind. A little voice in his head. He felt an ache in his chest; a dark pit he tried to fill with whatever he could get his hands on. To be numb was all he asked for. He didn't want to feel the anchor within that was slowly dragging him down into deep uncharted waters.
He rubbed his face, looking up. The sun was just starting to come out of it's hiding place, making shadows dance around his tiny bedroom. He sat in silence, his thoughts taking him to the same destination they always did. To her. Her laugh rang in his head. Her smile danced before his eyes. He could feel the gentle touch of her fingers slide down his arm. But it wasn't her. It was figment of his imagination. The ache grew at the realization, spreading out until it swallowed him whole. He reached beside his bed, grabbing at a bottle. He put it to his lips, and drank. It burned down his throat, spreading a warmth in his stomach. He put the bottle back down, forcing himself to move. He didn't know how he got out of bed anymore, his depression had deeply rooted itself in. As he walked out of his bedroom and into the even smaller bathroom, he wondered if she was happy. He rested his hands on the sink. Did she find someone? He reached out, turning the water on. Did she ever think of him? He splashed his face, the water shocking him awake. The biggest question he had came to mind; Did she yearn for him as much as he did for her?
He turned the water off and toweled his face dry. He raised his head up, glancing at himself in the mirror. He'd lost his color, stubble dominated his jaw line. His hair had grown longer and stuck up wildly. He shook his head, turning away from his reflection. Appearance meant nothing to him anymore. He wasn't trying to impress anyone. He had nothing left to lose, so why did it matter? He walked out of the bathroom, dragging his feet down the small, narrow hall. He turned into the kitchen, grabbing the pack of cigarettes from the table. He pulled one out, tossing the pack back onto the table. He'd never been much of a smoker. That was, until now. He lit the cigarette, taking a drag. He inhaled the smoke, exhaling in a slow breath. He stared out the window, watching as the sun peaked over the tops of buildings. There was something he found calming in watching the sunrise. Something simple when nothing else made sense.
Hell, nothing made sense to him anymore. He took another drag. He slowly exhaled, watching the tendrils of smoke dance around him. He flicked ash of the end, snuffing the cigarette into the green ashtray sitting beside him on the table. Green. Her eyes were green, a brilliant emerald. He closed his eyes, memories flashing before him. He remembered the first time he ever saw those eyes. He remembered how he felt when she locked them on his. He was unable to look away from them, and he didn't want to. He shook his head, breaking away from the memory. He rubbed his forehead, letting out a heavy sigh. Would he ever see her again? Only in his dreams. That's all he had left of her, dreams and memories. He stood up from the table, walking out of the kitchen. Haunting memories. He sat on his shabby couch, pulling a pair of shoes on. Too real sometimes. He made his way towards the door, walking outside. The air was brisk. He stuck his hands into his pockets, walking down the street. Though he was surrounded by people bustling about, he'd never felt more alone.
Why couldn't he just be numb? He looked at the ground as he walked. The sidewalk was as cracked as he felt inside. Her face danced around in his head. Her scent lingered on his skin. He'd beg to feel nothing. Nothing was better than feeling dead inside. He was nothing but a hollow shell of a boy that once was. The pit in his chest began to ache again. He clutched his chest, gritting his teeth. "Whoever said heartbreak doesn't really hurt was full of shit." The ache spread further, digging it's claws into him. He begged it to let go. To leave him be. The ache didn't comply. It pulled him down until he felt nothing but pain. He dug his fingers into his chest, swallowing hard.
He closed his eyes tightly, her face flashing over the back of his eyelids.
A beacon of light through the inner storm. Her. He escaped the clutches of darkness momentarily, basking in his vivid memory. The moment they had met. He was waving black smoke from his face. The aftermath of another failed potion. It was the first time he'd locked eyes on her. Her brilliant red hair, emerald green eyes, pale, flawless skin. He'd never forget that image. He'd never forget that day. He unknowingly smiled as the memory flashed through. From the first moment their hands met, he'd known she was the one. He could remember how her soft skin felt under his rough hands. Her blush at his touch. Her radiant smile. His mystery girl.
He hadn't felt whole since he lost her. As if the ache in his chest was where she was meant to be.