Prompt: Photograph
Words: 180
Time/setting: Deathly Hallows, while the trio was horcrux-hunting
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind,
For me it happens all the time
All he has of her lately are photographs. These two-dimensional versions of her back when she was happy, hair a fiery blaze of blackblackblack as she zooms in and out of the picture on her broomstick, and it makes his heart ache and his eyes burn and his fists clench but he can't look away, can't look away because what if he forgets? What if he wakes up one day and can't remember just how green her eyes are, or how firm her lips were pressed against his?
Another hectic day, another sleepless night. He sits down at his desk, the bottle of alcohol at his side his only companion, and slides open a creaky, dusty drawer. And there she is, countless little moments of her life inked in flimsy pieces of paper, a look back into a better world, a better time. He drinks in the sight of her hungrily, a terrible aching longing in his heart.
He wonders what she's doing right now. He wonders if there's a terrible aching pain in her heart as well.
Yes, I'm alive! So I just finished watching the season finale of Legend of Korra and then I cried and brooded over Mako and Korra's breakup for a good hour and then channeled my feelings into a quick angsty Bella/Sirius drabble. So I apologize if it's a bit all over the place but so are my feelings. *cries*