Darkness
By Jules
Chapter Three
Blood pounded through his aching temples. He just wanted to run, to get away, to leave every moment of his past behind him. To think was too painful, so he just.ran. He felt that if he stopped the ache would find him, catch him, shove its problems down his throat until he broke. He didn't want to deal with them, now or ever. Ginny's words echoed through Ron's mind, You need to get over your shit...
"You don't have a goddamn idea how much shit I have, love," he spoke quietly to himself, tripping every so often over his gangling limbs. He wouldn't let them break him. He wouldn't let their problems overtake him. Yet Ron was so embroiled in trying to keep his thoughts at bay that he didn't realize it when he bowled another of them over with a horrendous smash. Reality pushed itself into his brain as he watched a dirt-caked figure fall heavily to the ground in front of him. Harry.
"You overgrown cunt. What the hell's wrong with you?" Harry spoke, rubbing his elbow as he lifted himself to his feet, his soiled quidditch robes leaving filth where he had fallen. But Ron couldn't talk to him. Couldn't face him...Harry was the epitome of what plagued him. Harry was years of pent up anger held in far too long.
"I...Harry...um..." Ron stammered as he backed away. He met the confusion in his best friend's eyes before simply turning around and walking away briskly in a panic.
"Ron! Where the hell are you going?" Harry yelled after him, but no response came. "Ron! C'mon...come back..." he called again, until his words faded into a whisper, listening to Ron's hurried footsteps that rang across the stone corridors.
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A/N: Well would you look at that, an *extremely* short chapter. Oh well. Hope everyone's happy. Lates. ~ Jules quintessentialhappenstance@yahoo.com
By Jules
Chapter Three
Blood pounded through his aching temples. He just wanted to run, to get away, to leave every moment of his past behind him. To think was too painful, so he just.ran. He felt that if he stopped the ache would find him, catch him, shove its problems down his throat until he broke. He didn't want to deal with them, now or ever. Ginny's words echoed through Ron's mind, You need to get over your shit...
"You don't have a goddamn idea how much shit I have, love," he spoke quietly to himself, tripping every so often over his gangling limbs. He wouldn't let them break him. He wouldn't let their problems overtake him. Yet Ron was so embroiled in trying to keep his thoughts at bay that he didn't realize it when he bowled another of them over with a horrendous smash. Reality pushed itself into his brain as he watched a dirt-caked figure fall heavily to the ground in front of him. Harry.
"You overgrown cunt. What the hell's wrong with you?" Harry spoke, rubbing his elbow as he lifted himself to his feet, his soiled quidditch robes leaving filth where he had fallen. But Ron couldn't talk to him. Couldn't face him...Harry was the epitome of what plagued him. Harry was years of pent up anger held in far too long.
"I...Harry...um..." Ron stammered as he backed away. He met the confusion in his best friend's eyes before simply turning around and walking away briskly in a panic.
"Ron! Where the hell are you going?" Harry yelled after him, but no response came. "Ron! C'mon...come back..." he called again, until his words faded into a whisper, listening to Ron's hurried footsteps that rang across the stone corridors.
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A/N: Well would you look at that, an *extremely* short chapter. Oh well. Hope everyone's happy. Lates. ~ Jules quintessentialhappenstance@yahoo.com