Help
By: Keiko Nakamoto
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Notes: Less sad, kinda sappy, slash, Harry Potter.
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There's…something.
Something wrong.
I'm not sure what it is, but he's different. Distant. Less harsh.
I feel it. I feel him crying out.
Searching…
Looking for someone to care.
I want to be that someone.
Oh how I wish I could reach out to him, hold him close, take all that hurt away. Give him something to live for.
But I can't.
I'm the last person he'd ever need.
I want to be that someone, but I'm afraid. Afraid I'd only make it worse.
Maybe…maybe someday I'll get the courage.
The courage to talk to him. Really talk to him.
Maybe…maybe I can save him.
Pull him from the darkness he's fallen into.
Maybe I'll only dream.
Life is so unfair. Nothing ever seems to go the way it should.
What did he ever do to deserve the life he's had.
I know, he seems like a cruel, spoiled, rich boy, but I know that's not true.
His mother ignores him, his father uses him, and he's left alone.
Alone, to fend for himself the only way he knows how. By keeping others away.
Alone, to cry for help and never get an answer.
Alone.
Just like I was.
Maybe, I can rescue him, like my friends rescued me.
~*~
By: Keiko Nakamoto
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Notes: Less sad, kinda sappy, slash, Harry Potter.
~ * ~
There's…something.
Something wrong.
I'm not sure what it is, but he's different. Distant. Less harsh.
I feel it. I feel him crying out.
Searching…
Looking for someone to care.
I want to be that someone.
Oh how I wish I could reach out to him, hold him close, take all that hurt away. Give him something to live for.
But I can't.
I'm the last person he'd ever need.
I want to be that someone, but I'm afraid. Afraid I'd only make it worse.
Maybe…maybe someday I'll get the courage.
The courage to talk to him. Really talk to him.
Maybe…maybe I can save him.
Pull him from the darkness he's fallen into.
Maybe I'll only dream.
Life is so unfair. Nothing ever seems to go the way it should.
What did he ever do to deserve the life he's had.
I know, he seems like a cruel, spoiled, rich boy, but I know that's not true.
His mother ignores him, his father uses him, and he's left alone.
Alone, to fend for himself the only way he knows how. By keeping others away.
Alone, to cry for help and never get an answer.
Alone.
Just like I was.
Maybe, I can rescue him, like my friends rescued me.
~*~