Darkness
By Jules
Chapter 4
Ron slumped against the frigid tiles of the bathroom floor, his sweaty palms feeling haphazardly against the grime-covered wall for leverage. He knew this place well.
"Moaning Myrtle..." he whispered silently under his breath, his vocal chords resonating with emptiness of his words. His bleary eyes searched warily around the dimly lit room, its cracking stalls and chipped sinks serving as a short of refuge: a look into a sort of dream, a time when he had never known such happiness. Haze filled Ron's weary mind as his memories took him to the beauty of the past. When he and Harry's minds worked diligently as one...when his love for Hermione had just begun to emerge.
The warmth that wrapped itself around him, the feeling that inundated him when he thought of the past-the actual happenings were no more than five years away. But the euphoric wash of security that enveloped him ended abruptly when the rationality of his mind made itself known.
"They're gone. It's done. Let it go," he imprinted into his brain, every word wrenching him painfully from the happiness that his life once was. What was done was done, and it would never be the same again.
Ron knew he should stand up, get to his feet, and leave his sorrow behind. But he couldn't. He just couldn't. In truth, he didn't know what to do.
"Fucking hell," he choked aloud, his pain welling in his throat as he hugged his knees to his chest. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes as he buried his head in his robes. No, nothing would ever be the same again.
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A/N: Ah, more character development. Tell me if all three of you who are reading this are starting to get bored. Don't worry...the plot will come soon enough. Hmmmmm....my chapters are beginning to be increasingly shorter as time goes on. For the love of god review!!!! Lates ~ jules quintessentialhappenstance@yahoo.com
By Jules
Chapter 4
Ron slumped against the frigid tiles of the bathroom floor, his sweaty palms feeling haphazardly against the grime-covered wall for leverage. He knew this place well.
"Moaning Myrtle..." he whispered silently under his breath, his vocal chords resonating with emptiness of his words. His bleary eyes searched warily around the dimly lit room, its cracking stalls and chipped sinks serving as a short of refuge: a look into a sort of dream, a time when he had never known such happiness. Haze filled Ron's weary mind as his memories took him to the beauty of the past. When he and Harry's minds worked diligently as one...when his love for Hermione had just begun to emerge.
The warmth that wrapped itself around him, the feeling that inundated him when he thought of the past-the actual happenings were no more than five years away. But the euphoric wash of security that enveloped him ended abruptly when the rationality of his mind made itself known.
"They're gone. It's done. Let it go," he imprinted into his brain, every word wrenching him painfully from the happiness that his life once was. What was done was done, and it would never be the same again.
Ron knew he should stand up, get to his feet, and leave his sorrow behind. But he couldn't. He just couldn't. In truth, he didn't know what to do.
"Fucking hell," he choked aloud, his pain welling in his throat as he hugged his knees to his chest. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes as he buried his head in his robes. No, nothing would ever be the same again.
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A/N: Ah, more character development. Tell me if all three of you who are reading this are starting to get bored. Don't worry...the plot will come soon enough. Hmmmmm....my chapters are beginning to be increasingly shorter as time goes on. For the love of god review!!!! Lates ~ jules quintessentialhappenstance@yahoo.com