1st November
t.A.T.u. - 30 Minutes
This morning, at 7:30 a.m, Emilie Melvis took her trunk and went downstairs. She had all her stuff packed, she had kissed her friends goodbye. She was still wearing her red and gold uniform.
I followed her to Hogsmeade station. She hadn't seen me.
She sat on a wooden bench.
I was standing a few steps away. I stayed there for half an hour, looking at her.
Out of sight
Out of mind
Out of time
To decide
Emilie,
I don't know how to explain it.
You've taken over me.
Now that I watch you, waiting for the train, to leave,
I realise how much you mean to me.
You've been a friend.
You've been a confidante.
You've been a lover.
Do we run ?
Should I hide ?
For the rest
Of my life
I want you to know, whatever I will do
when the Hogwarts Express will show up,
that I don't want to lose you, whatever you and I become.
If it's a You and an I, or if there will be an Us.
Can we fly?
Do I stay?
We could lose
We could fail
Why didn't you tell me you were leaving ?
If only I had known... All those weeks,
I thought it was over, that I still loved Ron,
everything perfect in a perfect world.
I had almost convinced myself.
But I lied.
You've taken over me, Emilie.
Why did you do that ?
I think I've lost my mind the moment your hand reached mine.
In the moment
It takes
To make plans
Or mistakes
Now it's ten to eight.
I still don't know what I am going to do.
Should I run to you, say you I love you, and say I want to go with you ?
That'd be impossible, wouldn't it anyway ?
Everybody has dreams.
But are dreams suppose to come true ?
30 minutes, a blink of an eye
30 minutes, to alter our lives
30 minutes, to make up my mind
30 minutes, to finally decide
I do dream that everything would be simplier.
But you don't chose who you love.
Things happen. You can't control them.
I've tried to. Look at where it led us.
30 minutes, to whisper your name
30 minutes, to shoulder the blame
30 minutes, of bliss, thirty lies
30 minutes, to finally decide
The Hogwarts express is arriving to the Station now.
Whatever happens now, I will give that letter to my owl, Esme.
I think she likes that name you gave her...
Hermione Granger
[…] To decide. To decide. To decide.
