Sorry it took forever. I hate school. Buuuuuuut now football season is over, so I should have more time to write. Maybe. But probably not.
Okay, well 13 Going On 30 is on sooo I'm gonna speed this up.
Disclaimer: JKR's.
I hope everything makes sense...
Enjoy.
Re-edited 6/8/11
Swoon, this is the same old blood rush with a new touch...
...And we all wet our lips to prepare for the kiss,
But it never came
- Moan - Cute Is What We Aim For
The next day I woke up to a stream of light coming from the window. Rubbing my eyes groggily, I sat up and stared aimlessly at the sailboat bed.
I like the color green.
Ugh. And my head hurt.
I wish I was tan.
Looking to the other side of the room, I saw that Hermione's bed was made.
But I don't wish I was a green-y tan. That would be weird. Or orange. Because then I'd look like Snooki.
FOCUS, GINNY!
I wondered what was for breakfast.
Yawning enormously, I ran my fingers through my hair and climbed out of bed. I found a ponytail holder on the adjacent end table, so I threw my hair up into a messy ponytail and padded out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.
I was greeted with the heavenly scent of blueberry muffins and the hilarious image of Harry Potter in a floral apron holding the aforementioned muffins. I could not help myself but to laugh profusely at him.
"What are you wearing?" I asked him in between laughs.
He scowled at me. "Fine," he said. "If you're going to make fun of me, no muffins for you."
I grinned. Merlin. He looked adorable in that little apron. Under it, he wore a white t-shirt with red and gold cotton pajama pants. His hair looked like a rat's nest (do rats even make nests?), but it was still cute. His green eyes were shining and his smile was joyful and his happiness was making me happy, too. It also helped that those muffins smelled almost as good as Mum's.
"Those muffins smell almost as good as Mum's," I said, inhaling as I walked to plop myself down at the table.
"Really?" Harry asked, sounding surprised.
I nodded and watched him as he eased the muffins out of the pan and onto a plate. Then he carried the plate to the table, set it down, and sat in the chair next to mine.
"Have you seen Ron or Hermione?" I asked, grabbing a muffin but quickly setting it down again after it burned my fingers.
I sucked my fingers in an attempt to cool them off as Harry thought over my question. "Come to think of it, no, I haven't." Harry scratched his head. "He sleeps in a different room than me though, so he may still be asleep."
I blew on my muffin before I took my next bite. "Weird. Hermione's bed was made when I woke up, and I hardly saw either of them last night."
Harry shrugged. There was an awkward silence while we ate our muffins. I thought about last night: about "the Cave," as Harry called it, and I thought about the stars, and my epiphany about Harry, and my talk with Harry, and then I just started about thinking of Harry in general.
Stop. Eat muffin. Enjoy. Think of Harry not. Tsdglhujasg (that was my attempt at not thinking… it's hard to put that into words, okay?).
"So," I said. I attacked the last bit of the muffin and then grabbed another one like the fatty I am.
"So," replied Harry.
Crap, what do I say now? Think, Ginny, think!
"What's on the agenda for today?"
"The usual," answered Harry. "Boat ride, tubing, skiing, and maybe some cliff-diving. After lunch we'll play some Quidditch."
"Cool."
"Yup."
"Uh-huh."
"Yeah."
"Moo."
"Oink."
"Woof."
"Meow."
"Bang."
Harry looked at me with his eyebrows raised. "What kind of animal makes a banging sound?" he asked.
"A Blast-Ended Skrewt."
We looked at each other with completely straight facial expressions before we both burst out laughing. I liked making Harry laugh. He needed to laugh more often.
I loved the sound of his laugh.
We sobered for maybe half a second before we started laughing again.
"What'd I miss?" Ron said quizzically. Still laughing, Harry and I glanced at the entrance of the kitchen to my brother, where he stood watching us in his boxers.
"Cute boxers, Ron," I said. At this, Harry snorted and began laughing even harder. My brother had decided to don red boxers with Christmas trees all over them to wear to bed last night. It was July.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Ho, ho, ho, Ginny."
I grinned. Beside me, Harry was banging his forehead on the table with mirth. Honestly. I wasn't that funny.
"Where have you been?" I asked my brother. "Helping Father Christmas deliver his gifts?"
Ron's ears turned red. "No," he snapped. "I had somewhere else to be."
"Like where? The North Pole?"
"Shut up," mumbled Ron. He stomped to the table, grabbed a muffin, and left, leaving Harry and I laughing in his wake.
"But really," I said to Harry, "where was Ron?"
He sobered up a bit and shrugged. I rolled my eyes.
We sat in silence for a moment while we ate our muffins. After completing my fourth blueberry muffin and feeling like a fatty, I stood up and pushed my chair in.
"That was yummy," I told Harry. "Thanks."
He stood up, too. "You're welcome."
I attempted to look at him in the eye with a straight face, but I couldn't. I began laughing, and said, "I can't take you seriously with that apron on."
Harry crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. I laughed.
"Uh, I have to pee," I said abruptly, standing up. Harry stared at me for a moment, but did not say anything as I left the room. I could hear him laughing, though. Ahh, Harry's laugh... what a beautiful sound.
After my bladder was empty, I decided to go ahead and take a shower. There really was no point in showering if I was just about to go swimming in the lake, but the steam rolling off my shoulders made me feel better. It always did. There was so much to think about…
The most pressing issue for the moment: Did I really love Harry? Like, do I really and truly love him? Or am I so desperate for someone to love again that I've convinced myself that I loved him?
Merlin. I'm such a romantic. Maybe I should burn that stupid book about teenage vampires, it's giving me a false sense of hope that one day a sweet-talking vampire will come and try to read my mind…
But Harry was sweet-talking. He was perfect. Everything he said to me, every move he made was perfect. Every breath he took and every step he took was, and is, perfect.
I didn't love him, but I did. Does that make sense?
My head throbbed. I rubbed my temples with my fingers as I moved to my next issue.
What was I going to do about Mark? I mean, I liked him, I guess. And I told him I'd love to see him again, and I couldn't just stop seeing him all of a sudden. But how could I see someone else when all I could think about was Harry?
And what the hell was Harry thinking, asking out Meredith? She's a whore, obviously. Everyone else sees it, so why can't he? She could never love Harry like I did. Like I still do.
Did I ever even stop loving Harry? Those two years between the war and now seemed like I had just put my feelings on hold. They had never gone away.
That was why Summer and Amy took me to that club, because they knew I was still hopelessly in love with Harry. But that hadn't solved anything – it only made me more confused than I already was.
Things would be so much easier if Meredith and Mark would just hook up. Then all my problems would be solved. Well, kind of.
Was Charlie going to be okay? I hadn't even thought of him for the past few days. Of course the Healer said he was going to be fine, but he's surely going to suffer from some mental trauma that not even magic could heal.
And the final issue that was bouncing around in my mind: Should I really try out for the Holyhead Harpies? I mean, that was the whole reason I was still at Harry's lake house, anyway. I knew I was good at Quidditch, but was I really good enough for a professional team like that? I would be going up against all those hardcore teams like the Falmouth Falcons and the Ballycastle Bats. The Harpies were an all-female team, and I would be playing against some pretty frightening men on other teams. Was I ready for something like that?
Also, I had to consider all the additional media that would be following me around. I already had quite a bit of fans (and lack thereof) because of the War and my old rendezvous with the Savior Of The World. And all those practices… I wouldn't have time for a social life. No more clubs, no more dates, no more chocolate. I would have to get as in-shape as possible, and I knew all I would be allowed to focus on would be Quidditch – which was good, in a way. I guess.
Sighing, I quickly rubbed shampoo and conditioner in my hair before climbing out of the shower. I grabbed my wand and performed a Leg Hair Removal spell, and charmed my hair dry. I loved being a witch.
I walked into the bedroom I was staying in and headed to my suitcase. There was no sign of Hermione, but I locked the door with my wand anyway. I pulled out the bathing suit I was planning to wear: A navy bikini with white ruffles on the edges.
I look good in navy, that's why I wear it so much, DON'T JUDGE ME! There's only so much someone with red hair can wear. For instance, if I wore a black bikini, it would make me look super pale. Like, paler than pale. I'm talking Nearly-Headless Nick pale.
Over the bathing suit, I threw on a cover-up and slipped on my flip-flops. I Summoned a towel from the bathroom, pushed my sunglasses onto the top of my head, and I was ready to go.
I unlocked the door and opened it before I stopped short. Hermione stood there with a somewhat flabbergasted expression: She obviously hadn't been expecting to see me.
"Hi," I said suspiciously.
Hermione gave me a small smile. "Hey…"
AWKWARD. Not for long.
I grabbed Hermione by the wrist, tugged her to her starry bed, and pushed her down.
"Sit," I commanded.
Hermione nodded obediently as flicked my wand and the door shut with a click, indicating it was locked. Then I cast a Muffilato charm to make sure no one was eavesdropping.
"Spill."
Hermione looked down and away and mumbled incoherently.
"What was that?" I asked, cupping my hand around my ear dramatically.
"Nothing…"
"Where have you been all night?"
"Nowhere…"
I harrumphed. "Better yet, where has Ron been all night? Hmmm?"
Hermione's cheeks turned red and I let out a triumphant cry. I plopped down onto the bed beside my best friend and demanded her to tell me everything.
"Well," she began, playing with her hands. "It began after the boat ride. We both got off, drank some punch together, and told some jokes. He had me laughing until I could barely breathe. He – he asked me to dance. And I said okay."
Hermione smiled, her eyes glassy. I felt my lips curl up at the corners, and grabbed Hermione's hand. She met my eyes and squeezed my hand, appreciating the gesture. I motioned for her to continue.
"The song started out fast, and then it was slow. He grabbed my waist and I hooked my arms around his neck… and it was perfect. We got tired soon after and he led me to the wooded area. He kissed me, and I kissed back."
I grimaced at the thought of my best friend kissing my brother. Gross, bad picture BAD PICTURE!
Hermione continued, not noticing my shudder of horror at the image that had just popped into my mind.
"We talked for a long time. We reflected on memories, and made new ones. He held me and kissed me, and we looked at the stars. By the time we headed back to the house, the party was over, and it was nearly four in the morning. We had nothing else to do, so we –" She stopped abruptly and he cheeks pooled with red. I prodded her to continue and she shook her head.
"Hermione," I complained. "Tell me!"
She pursed her lips and shook her hair, her brown curls bouncing around her face.
"Come on…" I poked her in the side, and she flinched away, trying not to smile. "You know you want to tell me…" I poked her again, this time wiggling my fingers around so I tickled her. I knew her so well I knew exactly where her tickle spots were.
"Stop, Stop!" Hermione shrieked, laughing hysterically. "I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"
I smiled in satisfaction. Hermione took a deep breath to steady herself, and looked me square in the eye as she finished her story.
"He kissed me again, and it was slow and sweet and perfect. Then we decided to –" she swallowed, "–we decided to go skinny dipping."
I gasped. "NO WAY."
Skinny dipping wasn't an awful crime, but coming from Hermione this was an enormous plot twist.
"Did you have sex with him?" I asked in a whisper.
"No!" said Hermione. "No, of course not. I'm not ready for that yet."
"Yet?" I reiterated. "So you mean you want to?"
"I mean, I guess…"
I squealed and Hermione grinned.
"So you like my brother?" I said excitedly.
"Well, kind of…"
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know if 'like' would be the term to describe it. It's more of an obsession, really."
"I know how you feel," I said, rolling my eyes. "So do you love him?"
Hermione gave me a small smile and squeezed my hand really hard. It hurt. "I think so."
I looked at her for a split second before I screamed and gave her a bone-crushing hug.
"YOU DON'T KNOW HOW LONG I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU TO ADMIT THAT!" I yelled at her.
Hermione laughed in response and I let her go.
"Ahh, I'm so excited," I said, taking a deep breath. "This is great."
"It feels great," said Hermione. "I've been bottling up these feeling for over two years now, and it feels amazing to finally let them out, you know what I mean?"
"Yeah," I said, looking away. I felt my happy smile slip off my face immediately. "I know." But I was lying. I loved Harry, but there was no way to feel good about it. It was a dead end. I couldn't tell anyone, not Hermione, not Summer, not Amy. He didn't love me back, and I was stuck. Stuck, alone, pathetic, impractical, remembering every single rush of adrenaline I got when Harry touched me and how my heart would skip a beat when he talked to me. "I know exactly what you mean."
After talking a while longer, Hermione and I met the boys at the dock. Both of them had donned Muggle swim trunks and sunglasses, and they seemed to eye us appreciatively when we took off our cover-ups. We swam in the lake for a while, jumping off the roof of Harry's dock and pushing each other into the water. The weather was perfect – and so was Harry's body. I couldn't seem to take my eyes off of his yummy 74-pack abs.
…Just kidding, he didn't really have a 74-pack. That'd be gross. It was more like a 6-pack.
But he was still hot, okay? That was my point.
Later, we all clambered onto the boat again and Harry took us for a spin. I loved the boat, everything about it. Harry drove us around for a while before he came to a stop in front of a huge cliff with graffiti all over it.
"What are we doing here?" Ron asked.
"Jumping," answered Harry simply, turning off the boat engine so we were just floating on the water.
"How come I've never been here before?"
"The water has been too low, and it could have been dangerous." Harry took out his wand and looked around. Suddenly I felt the boat freeze, as though the water below had stopped moving.
"What did you just do?" asked Hermione, glancing at Harry quizzically.
"Land-lock Charm. That way, I can jump off the cliff too without worrying about the boat." With a smirk, Harry climbed over the side of the boat and dove into the water. He emerged a few seconds later and shook his wet hair out of his eyes. I felt like I was about to melt into a lovesick puddle right then and there.
"Are you coming?" Harry asked us as he began to backstroke toward the rocks.
Ron's face looked paler than usual as he eyed the cliff.
"How do we get up there?" he asked.
"There's a path once you get onto the rocks."
"You're a sissy," I told my brother. I took off my sunglasses, threw them on the seat, and jumped off the boat.
"That's not safe," I heard Ron say to Hermione as I resurfaced. I turned to them to listen to their conversation.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ron, loads of people have done it before, I'm sure you'll be fine. Don't be scared –"
"I'm not scared," snorted Ron.
"Really?" Hermione arched an eyebrow. "Because you look as though you'd rather face Voldemort than jump of the cliff."
"What? No, I –"
But Hermione wasn't listening. She tossed her sunglasses beside mine and then jumped overboard. Ron stared at her splash in the water with a disbelieving expression.
Seconds later, Hermione popped up beside Harry. "Let's go," she said. "Don't wait for Ron."
Harry, Hermione, and I began swimming for the rocks just as Ron called out, "Wait!"
We heard a splash and suddenly Ron was beside us.
"Nice of you to show up," I told him with a smirk.
"Shut up," Ron grumbled, splashing me in the face.
"Let's go!" said Harry, and we all followed him to the rocks. He climbed up first, then Ron, who had some troubles and kept slipping. I laughed at him… before it was my turn.
Algae was growing on the rocks, making it close to impossible to get a good grip on the rock. It was too smooth and water-worn to find a good place to put my feet, and I kept sliding around in the water. I let out a grunt of frustration, my eyes narrowing at the slippery rocks.
"Need help?"
A hand was thrust into my line of vision, palm up. I looked up to see Harry's mouth curled into a lopsided smile, his eyes sparkling. My heart skipped a beat before I grabbed his hand and allowed him to pull me up.
"Thanks," I said, somewhat breathlessly.
"Anytime."
Ron was helping Hermione up, and the next moment all of us were on the rocky platform and heading up a wooded trail. Since I was only wearing a bikini and no shoes, the earth scraped across my exposed skin irritatingly.
We emerged on a rock jutting out over the sparkling water.
"Don't look down," Harry said, and then he backed up a few steps and ran off the cliff with a yell of adrenaline.
I peeked over the cliff when I heard his splash echoing around the rocks, just to make sure he was okay. When he didn't pop up after a couple of seconds I began to get worried, but then he surfaced near the boat. Once I knew he was okay, I allowed myself to look at the jump – I nearly balked.
I backed up and put my hands on my hips.
"I'm not doing this, Harry," I said, loudly so he could hear me.
"Come on, Ginny!" Harry said encouragingly. "You're definitely going to regret it if you don't jump."
"I'm definitely going to kill myself."
Though he was nearly a tiny spec from up here, I could still see Harry roll his eyes. Ron and Hermione were bickering behind me, but I ignored them as Harry gave me advice.
"Keep your body tight. Don't let your arms flail out or anything, because it will hurt. Stay as small as possible, and plug your nose. You'll do great, I promise."
"I don't know…"
"It helps if I count," said Harry. "On the count of three. One…"
I took a deep breath and told myself not to look down.
"Two…"
I could do this. I had battled Death Eaters and completed numerous courageous tasks, so why couldn't I bring myself to jump off a freaking cliff?
"Three!"
Peer pressure took the best of me, and I felt my feet rush to the edge of the cliff. One second, there was rock beneath me, and the next second there wasn't. I was flying, and my stomach felt like it was in my throat, and the wind rushing through my ears pushed my hair all around my face so it looked like everything was on fire. I squeezed my eyes shut and plugged my nose, squeezing all my limbs together just as Harry told me.
Why was I still falling? Where was the water? Just as I thought this, my feet made contact with a slick solid, and then I was underwater, and I couldn't breathe, and I didn't know which way was up. I thrashed my way to the surface and flung my hair out of my face as I gasped for breath.
"HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AWESOME, LET'S DO IT AGAIN!" I bellowed in the direction I thought Harry was in. I rubbed my eyes to remove the water and opened them to find Harry mere inches away from me, rubbing his ear.
"Oh," I said sheepishly. "Sorry."
Harry just laughed. We turned our attention to Ron and Hermione at the top of the cliff, arguing. It appeared as though Hermione was trying to jump, but Ron wasn't letting her. They argued for a while longer before Ron gave Hermione a meek nod, and she took his hand.
"Are they jumping off together?" Harry asked in disbelief.
I snorted. Of course my brother couldn't jump off by himself.
"Need us to count for you?" Harry called to them. Hermione gave him a thumbs up and Harry yelled, "On the count of three! One, two, three!"
Hermione jumped first, and Ron was forced to follow because of his hand in hers. He screamed like a young girl and flailed about, while Hermione stayed still and small. She hit the water first with a little splash, and Ron came crashing down next, his legs apart and his arms up.
Harry and I burst into laughter.
"That had to hurt," chuckled Harry.
Hermione came up first, calmly pushing her hair out of her eyes. "That was interesting," she said.
"OW, IN THE NAME OF MERLIN'S PURPLE FOOTIE PAJAMAS THAT HURT LIKE A MOTHER!" Ron roared, gasping for air.
"Your fault," said Hermione lightly.
Harry and I just laughed harder at Ron's expression.
"Oi!" Ron snapped at us. He swam closer to Harry, Hermione, and I until he was in our little pod. "Stop your laughing! Is something humorous?"
By that point, Harry and I were nearly dying from laughing so hard.
My brother's ears were red. "Shut up. Let's just go again," he said, leading the way to the rocks for a second round.
Several jumps later, we climbed onto the boat again and Harry took us to a bridge that passed over the lake. Muggle cars were zooming past, but we disregarded them as we jumped into the water from the side of the bridge.
After that, we went tubing and water-skiing while Harry talked to us about the history of the lake or something. I don't remember. I wasn't listening, instead watching the way his lips moved over the words and the way his eyes lit up when he shared an interesting fact.
When we returned to the house, the four of us were exhausted and starved. It was only midday, but we had gotten an early start and burned off all the energy that Harry's muffins had provided. So, it was with a tremendous effort that I allowed Harry to drag me from the couch and go get my broomstick.
I ate my turkey sandwich quickly and heavily got to my feet. Harry yelled at me to hurry up and I flicked him off.
He wasn't very happy with me for a few moments after that and then refused to look or talk to me, but then he got over himself and continued to yell at me to hurry.
"I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying!" I snapped at him, walking into the bedroom. I shut the door, changed out of my bathing suit and into athletic clothes, and charmed my wet hair dry. I grabbed my broom, slipped on my tennis shoes, and met Harry where he was waiting by the back door.
"Are you coming to practice with us, Ron?" Harry asked.
Ron, who was curled up on the couch with his head in Hermione's lap, merely grunted in response: Harry and I decided to take that as a "no."
Harry led me deep into the adjacent forest, and we walked until we entered a huge clearing with tall trees that had been magically carved to create hoops.
To start off the practice, Harry and I made a few loops around the makeshift pitch. My broom was a lot crappier than Harry's, so he was naturally faster than I was, but I was able to keep up pretty well. I could tell Harry was impressed.
Yes. Impressed. With Me. Impressed With Me. Harry Freakin' Potter was Impressed With Me. SCORE ONE FOR GINEVRA, YO.
Ahem. Right.
Next, Harry and I tossed the Quaffle around. That was way too easy, so he moved to play Keeper while I played Chaser against him. But Harry was an awful Keeper, so we changed tactics again.
In this exercise, Harry had the Quaffle and I was trying to get it from him.
"I'm gonna get you!" I mocked to Harry, whose broom was just out of my reach. I urged my broom to go faster.
Harry's musical laugh reached my ears and I smiled. "You wish!" he yelled, and with a burst of Firebolt Energy, Harry shot forward, the Quaffle tucked under his arm.
Feeling the pathetic need to impress him again, I egged my broom on and before I knew it I was right behind Harry. Sticking my tongue out between my teeth, I grabbed the back of Harry's broom and pulled him backward, so he was flying right beside me. Then I used that same hand to push the Quaffle out of Harry's grip so it began to fall toward the earth. I swooped down and caught it easily, tucking it under my left arm as I began to zoom toward the end of the pitch.
Harry halted in midair and began to shout at me. "Hey, that's not fair! Come back here, cheater!"
I glanced behind my shoulder to see him rocket toward me, coming behind me and grabbing me around my waist. I squealed in shock as my broom kept flying forward until it hit the tree-goalposts and fell to the ground. Harry set me down on his broom so that he was sitting behind me, one hand on my hip and the other steering. I felt his speed decrease, and I turned my head to look at him quizzically.
Bad idea. He was so close… I longed to touch him, but I couldn't. My heart twisted painfully. I decided that staring resolutely at his chin and folding my arms would prevent me from doing anything stupid, like snogging the life out of him.
I couldn't take that position anymore, so I moved my hands to that they were resting on the handle of the broom. Licking my lips, I raised my eyes to meet his, taking in a gulp of air. His eyes were dark, and he gazed at me with an intense expression, that expression that I feel like I've seen before, but I could never place it.
"Cheater," he said softly, his crooked smile making my heart beat so erratically I was sure he could hear it.
His warm breath fanned across my face as the soft breeze pushed my red curls around my face. Harry's eyes never left mine, and I was still hyper-aware of his hand on my hip. I thought I felt a cool breeze on my left arm, but all my senses were shut down and all I was conscious of was Harry. His smell, his feel, his sounds, his movements. Everything was about him. Always.
His gaze suddenly shifted down to my lips. I thought I heard his breath catch, but I definitely imagined it. Both of us self-consciously leaned in, wetting our lips to prepare for the kiss that was sure to come.
He was centimeters away, but I was terrified to shut my eyes, terrified to miss anything.
He was so close… so close. Then his eyes shut and he took a deep breath through his mouth and straightened up.
I blinked quickly and straightened as well, my neck hurting from the awkward angle which I was occupying to turn my head. Harry's broom wasn't even floating anymore, we were just hovering.
Harry's hand left my hip, and the spot where it had been felt cold. With his other hand, Harry lifted up the Quaffle with a smirk.
"You know what they say about cheaters," he said. "They always get what's coming for them."
His breath was intoxicating, I couldn't think straight, and I sucked in the thick summer air to keep myself from falling off the broom. "Um," I said, nearly incoherent. "Put me down."
Harry studied my face for a second before gliding down to the ground, touching down on the grass with a small jolt. I clambered off as quickly as I could and tried not to stumble to my broom. I picked it up and turned to Harry, staring fixedly at his shoes.
"Er, thanks for the practice," I said. Then I turned on my heel and walked calmly with my head held high to the edge of the clearing. Once I knew I was out of Harry's eyeshot, I broke off into a run, sprinting blindly in the direction of the house, intent on getting back to the house as soon as possible and locking myself in the bedroom.
Why? Why did Harry have such an effect on me? Why are my eyes stinging with tears? I never cry. Ever. Why did I let Harry control me like this? He had everything that I had to my name. My friends, my family, my emotions, my mind, my heart.
Why couldn't he just accept that?
My lungs filled up with air, and the pressure behind my eyes began to grow painful. I knew I wouldn't make it to the house, so I slowed to a walk, stopped, and leaned against a tree. The first drop of salt water leaked from the corner of my eye, and my lungs contracted to suck in as much breath as possible. Gasping, confused and hopeless, I slid down the tree, buried my head between my knees, and cried.
A/N: Yep. Check out my new story, Absolutely Nothing, that'd be great.
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