Another angsty one - okay, I swear, next time I'll write a more cheerful one. Promise. I know you guys are probably sick of all this angst and I myself am getting sick of it too, so next time – happy one. Okay?
Btw, this is DracoHermione. The prompt was line.
.she's always been a dreamer.
.ever since she was a child
she's learnt to look before she
f
a
l
l
s
.
'cause her life is like a
threadlike, f r a g i l e line
or a tightrope of string
one that will
-sn / ap-
if she's not careful
.
so she treads lightly
tiptoeing her way across
careful to look and never fall
but really, all she wants to do is fall
because, in her mind, she's secretly hoping
( so very secretly )
someone will catch her
.
but like a good little girl,
she treads lightly, carefully,
( and her dream remains a dream – never reality )
.
and when she finds out
( hey, she's a witch ! )
she stumbles
( oopsie – daisy )
and veryverynearly falls
nearly, but not quite.
.
but eventually she regains her balance
( careful, c-a-r-e-fu-l )
but she never really loses her desire to
f a l l
.
and when she sees him
she trips
( like a careless amateur )
and again, almost falls
( but again, not quite )
.
but everytime he sends her
(( a sneering glance ))
her heart br ea ks
( little by little )
and everytime he calls her
'mudblood'
her mask slips
( s – l – o – w – l – y )
and she's desperately clinging onto the string,
fighting for her life ( heart )
but no, he's not giving it back
.
so she lets go
and
f
a
l
l
s
to the blackness below
( and that, my dear, is called heartbreak )
.
just like in her dreams, right?
wrong, darling.
( 'cause this time, there's no-one to catch her )