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Disclaimer: O.o;; You don't think I own Harry Potter? You DON'T?! *gasp* Just kidding. ;p JKR does. --;;

But she's magnificent anyways!

Note(s): First Harry Potter fic, and if you want to flame me, go ahead! It'll boost my insanity!! MWAHAHAHA!!

Anyways, this story is first based on who you *points to you* the audience/readers think the coupling is. Coupling can range to Slash content aka Yaoi, Yuri, Homosexuality, lesbians, and gays, and what not. But there are also may be some heterosexual stuff somewhere.

Whoever gets the coupling right… Well let's just see. 8_8;;

Beware, this has dark content, but I believe most of you all will be able to handle it. (Right?) This is a result of my depression as I'm typing this in the middle of a rainstorm. O.o;;

Good luck!

                                            Fragile

Pitch-black out, with its vast place of stars, twinkling, amass. I look there… …And look on the tiniest, but yet, brightest star, …Waiting… …Waiting… Waiting if my wish came true. All the time I've denied it. I've always brushed you up, offended you in some kind of way. And as every time I'm around you, your reaction to my presence… ...It brings me shivers down my spine as it alarms me…yet… It weakens me till fragile. It's as if I've tainted you. With every act of sympathy, need, kindness, anything. You just don't come. I've waited desperately for you…and only you.

What have I done?

What have I done to deserve this…this…pain…?

You intrigue me with your puzzles, those waves of mixed feelings when you realize something and found out about another.

You seem to twist and bend flexibly, but inside, your frail interior, your soul. It's crushed, the glass pieces scattered into bits.

You're lost, confused. Those eyes clouded with the same emotions and miseries as I.

I-I-I don't want…want you through that…that…

Thing I lost myself to.

My angel, don't try it. Don't act. Don't speak.

You look and seem so cheerful, but you aren't.

Those flashbacks of pain, loneliness, depression, they flicker in your eyes, as they sink deeper, gnawing at your wounds, your skin. You feel like you can't breathe, can't speak. I know it's there. Don't… Just don't…

I wish I could get rid of your pains. But I cannot do so, for I cannot. It's impossible. I just wish it were simple.

My dear friend, lover, admirer… All the things that I used to cherish the most, has outgrown of my hands, and vanished into the dust.

Your hopes, your dreams, they are still there, alive within you. They make you strive for the longing it makes you feel belonged. That's why you aren't like me. There are many things that I wished could be changed.

The insults, oh they're callous and they've brought back many wounds that weren't there, or healed. I know. I can see them, the blood; invisible, trailing down to the floor of everyplace you walk, lapping at your side.

They've hurt and manipulated you. I know.

I know.

My lovely angel, I've tainted you. I've tainted every good within you now, as I'm lured away from you. Your purity seems to be the only thing left, as it's form and will leave me in awe as an idea passes.

It's absurd if you loved me, the way I do. It seems it will, and be, forbidden love between us.

This feeling I'm having, every time, just every time I sleep, or times something reminds me of you, a warmth crawls over me, butterflies ion my stomach, and a goodness, something honest comes out of me.

But just let me say this. No matter what you or anybody else may think, or see, I'll always love you. Forever. Sealed with eternity. But I will be always punished for the sins I have brought upon this world and you might be dearly trapped within some of those sins.

I love you.

That was all to it. Tears spilt down, splashing against the yellowing parchment. Tears were silent, as there was noise where I was, surprisingly. Cascading down, the droplets fell, my eyes reddening, and inside, my sadness, the depression, it was suppressing slowly, becoming more, engaging.

I gazed out the window, with the green scenery passing by, with its splash of colors with the varieties of plants, flowers and weeds growing. My hand was imprinted in the window, my face nearing the glass pane as I had a sense of belonging in that atmosphere. Outside. But I am lost, to be gone away where my deciding fate brought me.

Today. Today…

This last day I would bring upon my sorrows and worries, as it would be my last. It has to all end. It has too. I've brought a burden from hell, a plague that lives within me, day and night. It haunts me in my sleep and it's uncontrollable. It's rapidly growing with haste, as it becomes fuller and fuller.

It'll end by a swipe of a knife. I took it out of my pocket and looked at the gleaming initials as it bathed in the remnants of sunlight. I placed it back in my pocket.

Today is not the day to start this. I still have things to settle, to finish. It's too late to start now.

This little voice in my head keeps telling me, I've been saying that promise to myself, constantly stalling. Am I really that afraid to end my life? Do I know I'm going to a place I thought I'd never go, or be? These questions conquered over my mind, as they made me wonder.

I closed my eyes again, for a few moments; time was thought to be still. I opened my eyes to reveal a solemn expression written on my face with no emotion traced in my eyes, with the crackling, hard silence shown in them.

Suddenly, the parchment fell to the floor with a clank-type sound, but very airy, and silent. I bent down, and took it in my hands, rolled it up, and placed it in my robe pockets. Then, raised voices from the other car door came to my attention. An argument.

"I don't care what you think mister!!"

Some one replied back, "But ne, why?!"

But anguish flowed with the other voice, "Why? Why?! Before I crush you into pieces, don't you see you're killing us both?! I sworn you don't love me anymor-"

It was cut off by the most famous voice there. Harry Potter. I've started to respect him. I guess.

This argument is really intriguing now to think of it.

"You two, if both don't sto-"

Calling out, "Harry, you know I can't be with him!"

A sigh came from him.

He responded, "I know, I know, but he's in pain too! You just can't forget that, can't you?"

That person shrieked, "I haven't!"

Suddenly, some kind of idea split out of Potter's mouth, "I know! You can go to the other side of the car, and kins will go to the next car. Deal?"

It most likely seemed that they agreed because you knew it, Ron Weasley came through the car door, looking, and supposedly feeling, perplexed and embarrassed. I took a look at him, scanning him, searching to see if any other available seats weren't next to me. Somehow, the only seat was next to me.

I turned my head towards the window. My hand was still there, and the emerald green seemed inviting somehow.

What am I to do?

I closed my eyes for a second, hoping an answer would ring through my head. None came. I heavily sighed, but it was quiet enough for only myself to hear it.

It really didn't seem quite awkward, his eyes, gazing and boring into me. But I'm sure he feels awkward seeing me like this.

God, what am I to do? What am I to do?

-End Fragile Chapter 1

Hope you enjoyed that!! So, what do you think the main coupling for this fic is? ^_^ I would love to hear what you think! I made a wallpaper for this fic, which frankly, I don't do that. But I was inspired, as this piece was written at 2:21 AM CST. O.o;; The temperature in here right now is 85 degrees which is killing me, since I'm in Texas. O.o;; (Another amazing tidbit.)

Then again, most of my good pieces are written around that time, in the "Witching Hour". (Quoted, sort of, off The BFG By: Roald Dahl, who amazingly wrote some of the popular things such as Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and Mr. Wonka! ^_^v)

Leave some positive feedback, and some ideas!! I would love to know what you think!

~A-Chan Yuy!~