I've been kind of on an angsty kick lately but here it is and I own nothing
Tick! Tick! Tick! Another three seconds has passed since the day you left and I am cold. It is not a physical cold although I shiver and shake whenever a winter wind turns my pale curls into frenzy. No, this is a chill that makes the heart unreachable, unattainable, and completely void of feeling. The clock is chiming in my ears once again as another sixty seconds passes since the day you went away and I turn over in bed to try and drown out the sound of passing wasted time. I open my eyes to escape the montage of images that break through my cold barrier and show me that which I wish to forget. I turn on the light with a flick of the wrist; turn of the fingers, and spread my long elegant legs over the small bed and walk to the mirror in my bathroom. There is the sleeping potion that will temporarily warm the cold and send me into a dreamless sleep. I take a deep swig and wonder if I took too much before gliding back to my bedroom and closing my eyes.
I open my eyes and see the plain brown tables and paintings of squat ladies and lords that mark the Great Hall. I look up to find my dear friend smiling at me with his glasses perched crookedly upon his nose and I feel the urge to fix them, to fix him. I refrain however because I can see the knowing smiles thrown in our direction and hear the barely whispered "they are perfect for each other," barely penetrating my ears above the permanent ticking noise. I really do wish that we were "perfect for each other" and I can almost see it almost feel my heart begin to thaw and I almost reach out and fix those crooked glasses. Yet, almost was never really good enough, you made that perfectly clear, and I will not lead someone on. I am not like you.
Fin
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