Dislaimer: (I always forget theme!) I don't own Harry Potter... If I did, Fred wouldn't have died... and Hedwig wouldn't of, either!
I was once
a flower.
A beautiful flower,
actually.
But now I am
wilted.
For what flower
can survive without
it's sun, it's rain?
He was my sun
my rain. My reason
for living.
Each of my
once beautiful
petals drooped,
falling off
one
by
one.
With him, I had been
flying.
A high velocity rush to
Earth.
I was in Freefall. And
I loved it. Loved the
adrenaline constantly
coursing through my
veins.
Looking back, I
realize, that it's the
falling that gives you
those amazing roller-coaster rides
that are love.
And you don't realize the danger until you see the ground.
I wasn't afraid, I was
flying, remember? I saw
no ground approaching,
no reason to
be afraid.
Then he died.
He was my wings, without
them, I couldn't
fly. Without them,
I began to
plummet back
to Earth.
I could see the
Earth rush up to
greet me. I want
to scream, but I
can't.
I hit the ground
Hard.
I was
shattered
broken
sore
and
dying.
For what is a bird without its wings?
So... What do you think? Five reviews... and I'll post another chapter, but not until then!
