Round 4;
Team: The BallyCastle Bats
Position: Beater 2
Main Prompt - Write your given emotion without actually using the word; grief
-Additional Prompts
1. (style) first person POV
2. (song) 'Demons' by Imagine Dragons
13. (word) icicle
Story Title: Don't Get Too Close
Summary: How I feel everyday when I think of you.
When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood's run stale
* / *
Everyday I am reminded of you. Every bloody time when I look into our son's eyes. Often, I am grateful that he has your eyes, but sometimes... sometimes I just can't stand it.
His eyes, they shine so bright. Yours used to do that too when we were together, hidden away from the outside world in our attempts to escape realty. They glitter when he's excited. That's usually the worst for me, and he seems to sense it. He tries to hide it now for my sake, because I cry when I see the identical glow he has to yours. I can't help it! And I hate it! I am destroying our son's character, his joy, because you are gone, because I'll never see you again. Never hear you nor kiss you again.
It hurts me everyday, like a cold, sharp icicle stuck straight into my heart. All the mistakes I have made, it cost you. It cost you more than I can bare.
If it wasn't for him, dear, I'd have ended it long ago.
* / *
I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you
But with the beast inside
There's nowhere we can hide
* / *
Our friendship was forbidden. Our relationship was criminal, but we didn't care, did we? We were reckless teenagers, we did whatever the hell we wanted. Which was funny, since neither of us had been sorted into Gryffindor!
I remember each kiss. From our first, awkward one to our last, dying one. Naturally, that one was the worst. I don't remember tasting the blood that had been seeping from your mouth. I didn't much care about it at the time. I only wanted to feel your lips against mine. One last time. I know you had felt the same way. I could tell by the way you had closed your eyes, and held your breath, as if this was the last thing you had wanted to remember before you made your unavoidable leave.
I remember the first time we expressed our love in that sinful, forbidden fashion. I giggled at the time. Remember that? Oh, how my parents would have literally beaten me for such an activity with a muggleborn like yourself!
I regret it now. I can no longer giggle over that moment that had happened in our lives. If I had been thinking more, I may had been able to save you.
* / *
They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go
* / *
It was not my fault that you had retrieved my lost item. I did not ask you to do that in second year, but you did, and it started something. I did not expect such a gesture from someone like you. Our groups didn't get along. They haven't since the dawn, but you were different. Or, maybe, it was I that was different. I don't really much know. It's not like that matters at all.
I was only twelve and I knew it though. I could not be your friend. I could not be your anything. My housemates ordered me to keep my distance.
And, so I did...
* / *
Don't wanna let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don't wanna hide the truth
* / *
By the next year, there was no denying my feelings for you. And, by the way your bloody eyes shined when they would see me, I could tell your feelings were matched to mine. Yours always met mine, glowing with the tiniest hope that I would eventually say one measly thing to you. And, when I finally did, all you did was choke up. I had rolled my eyes at your response, but I couldn't help laughing. I had been amused. I had given you exactly what you had wanted, and you were unable to do the same for me because you had been too busy stuttering like a fool.
I have not laughed since the day that I had lost you. All I do is cry now. All I do is hurt our son with my blatant display of my pain.
* / *
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
* / *
I denied our love for far too long. Our blissful life together was short because I allowed other people to dictate my life, unwilling to forge a path of my own. It was how I had been raised. I had never been permitted to do what I had wanted. And, because of that, I hurt you. I turned against you, pushed you away. I know now that you understood what I had to do. I just wish that you hadn't been so bloody tempting. I wish you would have listened to me better.
I still blame myself. I should have been stronger for you. I knew the repercussions. I had witnessed them before.
No matter what we breed, though, we're still made of greed. It is my fault. My fault that I will never see you again. My fault that our son will never get to meet you.
You're buried outside of my home in which I share with our son. It was my choice, since we had been married when my mother had murdered you for 'damaging' my purity.
My family and I don't talk anymore. Some are imprisoned. Some are dead. I do not cry for them. I do not mourn for the ones that are gone.
Not like I do for you.
All my heart feels is a chill. A chill from the icicle of guilt that has been lodged into it since the day I sentenced you to your end.
And I'll never forgive myself for the demons hiding inside me. But, do remember, my love, I did warn you. Don't you remember? I had whispered to you in the broom closet, "Don't get too close."
Your last words made me realize that you knew the dangers, but you didn't care. It was worth it to you. You had placed a smile on your face. "It's dark inside," you had murmured against my lips. Those had been your last words to me before those eyes of beauty went still and froze into place, never to move again. Never to shine one last time.
AN: The identities of the characters involved were intentionally written to be a mystery.