For the Oh Christmas Tree 25 drabble collection on NGF


VIII – 8th December
Rose
north pole; trepidation; vague; catch fire


~x~

It's colder than the North Pole as Rose runs down the street in merely the flimsiest dress she owns, no coat or anything, even though it's Christmas Eve and there's ice on the pavements. She almost slips a dozen times yet doesn't care, simply allows the tears to slide down her face without ceasing.

"Rose!" she hears her name being called, yet she doesn't turn around, doesn't turn back to see Scorpius running after her. "Rose! Wait! I can explain!" he continues to yell for her to come back, yet he's falling further and further behind…or she's just blocking him out.

Her red hair fans out down her back as it slips out of the perfectly coiffure it was in before, creating an impression of her body catching fire, just like her heart is on the inside.

It's all a bit vague to her now as she tries to catch an edge of her thoughts, tries to remember what she saw in there… Dominique, Scorpius; it's all blurring together now, but she's got the clearest image of Scorpius being on top of her cousin.

And then she's reaching her limit, unable to think of it anymore because it hurts too much to recognise that her boyfriend, her dear, perfect Scorpius, cheated on her with her cousin on Christmas Eve!

So she runs and she runs, trying desperately to leave behind the pain but it clings tightly to her, not letting go no matter how hard she tries to suppress it.

She slips on a pile of snow and falls into a gutter, her dress blending in and leaving behind merely the vivid red colour of her hair, alluding to the impression that the pavement is catching fire.

Somewhere in her mind, she knows she should stand up, yet she doesn't have the strength to do so. And so she curls up into a tiny ball and cries, not moving a muscle as the coldness laces into her body without a warning.

But it's a distraction from the pain and she's thankful for this as she begins to drop off, swearing she can hear her name being called in the distance yet not caring because her eyes lock onto Polaris, the star of the North Pole, and she remembers that things are so much bigger than just her and Scorpius.

Her eyes close slowly, the last thing she can remember being the sweeping constellation of stars that project from the sky downwards as she drops off into a state of being neither dead nor alive.

~x~


Don't fav/alert without reviewing please & thanks.

Vicky xx