A/N: I wrote this at the same time I wrote "How a Dragon Dies." (Go read
it!) It's also a suicidal, angst-y type thing, only that one's with Draco
and this one's with Cho. I hope you enjoy it, however much you can enjoy
the thought of suicide…
Disclaimer: I disclaim the two characters mentioned in this story. I disclaim Quidditch. I disclaim the Comet 260. I claim my cats and the sweatshirt I am wearing. I claim my glasses, otherwise I can't read. I claim the un-plottish plot of this story.
1 I am Ready
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The months have passed from his death. Yet my mind is still on it; every night I cry a raging river, flowing into the Sea of Cedric. Everything I do reminds me of him. I no longer am a part of our Quidditch team. Neither is Cedric. Now, for the first time in what seems like a century, I walk out onto the Quidditch field, intending to fly. I feel like a fool, Comet 260 in hand, but I don't care. Nothing can comfort me, and nothing can fill the void in my cold heart which was once occupied by my dear Cedric. Mounting my broom, I am reminded of him once again. I can hear an echo of his voice, cheering me on at the matches… it starts to rain, or is that just the torrents of salty water pouring from my eyes? I kick off into the night. Soaring, sixty… seventy… eighty feet high, still not as high as I felt just holding his hand. Now, focusing on the ground, I dive. Faster, faster… the moonlit grass is coming closer. I can still pull out, but no… Cedric's passion was Quidditch, and I will die flying… here it comes, I can see each individual blade as clearly as his beautiful gray eyes. Goodbye. I am ready. BOOM.
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A/N: Sorry it's so short, too! Forgive my shameful attempts at flowery- ness. I try! And for those of you who are a bit slower than myself, Cho committed suicide by crashing into the ground on her broom. I got the idea for this because while taking a walk, I saw a bird and it looked like it was going to fly straight into a tree and die but it didn't. I thought, "If I were a bird, that would be a cool way to commit suicide- crashing into a tree." Not that I want to commit suicide… just… if I did… heheh… don't mind me, my mind works in strange ways. Please R/R, flames are welcome, but don't be stupid and ask for my to continue it. She's dead, guys… I can't continue it. -.- Duh!
Disclaimer: I disclaim the two characters mentioned in this story. I disclaim Quidditch. I disclaim the Comet 260. I claim my cats and the sweatshirt I am wearing. I claim my glasses, otherwise I can't read. I claim the un-plottish plot of this story.
1 I am Ready
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The months have passed from his death. Yet my mind is still on it; every night I cry a raging river, flowing into the Sea of Cedric. Everything I do reminds me of him. I no longer am a part of our Quidditch team. Neither is Cedric. Now, for the first time in what seems like a century, I walk out onto the Quidditch field, intending to fly. I feel like a fool, Comet 260 in hand, but I don't care. Nothing can comfort me, and nothing can fill the void in my cold heart which was once occupied by my dear Cedric. Mounting my broom, I am reminded of him once again. I can hear an echo of his voice, cheering me on at the matches… it starts to rain, or is that just the torrents of salty water pouring from my eyes? I kick off into the night. Soaring, sixty… seventy… eighty feet high, still not as high as I felt just holding his hand. Now, focusing on the ground, I dive. Faster, faster… the moonlit grass is coming closer. I can still pull out, but no… Cedric's passion was Quidditch, and I will die flying… here it comes, I can see each individual blade as clearly as his beautiful gray eyes. Goodbye. I am ready. BOOM.
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A/N: Sorry it's so short, too! Forgive my shameful attempts at flowery- ness. I try! And for those of you who are a bit slower than myself, Cho committed suicide by crashing into the ground on her broom. I got the idea for this because while taking a walk, I saw a bird and it looked like it was going to fly straight into a tree and die but it didn't. I thought, "If I were a bird, that would be a cool way to commit suicide- crashing into a tree." Not that I want to commit suicide… just… if I did… heheh… don't mind me, my mind works in strange ways. Please R/R, flames are welcome, but don't be stupid and ask for my to continue it. She's dead, guys… I can't continue it. -.- Duh!