A/N: Started reading Romeo and Juliet today. Got me into a weird mood. Agh, heartbreak and angst are not good for this author. 0.o
Word Count: 362
Drabble Twenty-Eight: Heartbeat
"Fred." he murmured to himself. He slipped out of the shadows he hid in, watching as unknowing footsteps glided away from him. The echoing of the "click-clack" of her sneakers flew down the hall towards him, the footfalls oddly unsettling in his chest. His heart longed for the object of his affection who would never return his feelings.
Figures, he thought glumly. The only girl he'd fall head over heels for would be a bookworm.
"Opposites attract." he remarked sadly. He knew the phrase well. His annoying, insufferable git of a brother, George Fabian Weasley liked to remind him of the fact often. In fact, that was the only thing that he teased him about nowadays, knowing that he'd hit a nerve in his twin.
His heartbeat lay a fast rated pace, uneven and unreliable. The prankster sank down against the wall with an aching heart. She'd never love him back. Fred clasped his hands together, resting them over his knees. Hanging his head, he quietly relinquished his hold on sanity and sobbed, great soulful sobs. They racked through his body with such force. He let go of all his pain, sorrow, knowing that she'd never love him back, never know. It was hard to keep going on, because living without her hurt. Living on glances of her in the hallway barely sated his need for her.
They had exchanged words few times, but he felt as if he was her best friend by the summers that Ron spent admiring and obsessing about her. She was a wonderful person: kind, smart, and brave. The ideal person for Fred, even though she was a little bit of a stickler for rules.
But he knew that if she needed him, he'd be there in a heartbeat. Even if she only wanted his help, he'd give her his love, albeit subtly. And she'd never know. Alas, the lady would never know how much he hurt without her. The lady would never know what sorrowful nights he'd spend on the staircase contemplating life without her. The lady would never know that he loved her. Ignorance is bliss.
