I remember the way her hair used to blow in the wind as she ran across the fields near our house. I remember the way it would flash in the sunlight as it danced around her head. She was so very small. At times all I could see was that hair- like a fire in the distance, filling me with warmth.
" Ron" she would say breathlessly " come and play".
Then she would smile at me, and I couldn't help but smile back.
Never has my heart known such wild joy as it did running through those fields. It was more than just a simple game of tag. I was a hunter, and she was my prey. I wanted her, I needed her, I would die without her.
It never took very long to catch her. She was, after all, my little sister. My tiny, little, baby sister. My Ginny, the fire in my heart.
When I was close enough, I would leap forward and grab her, tumbling to the ground.
"Gotcha" I would say while tickling her.
I always tickled her; just so she would laugh. I loved to hear her laugh. It was like the tinkling of jewels that bubbled up from deep in her throat. To this day, I've never heard more beautiful music.
We would stay there for a while, lying in each other's arms. The swaying grass reaching towards the sky. She always liked the sky. I preferred her eyes.
It's been many years since I stared into those eyes, since we lay in the grass together. My heart is cold now. I have no fire to light it- only a cold, forbidden, passion. I see her from time to time. She's always laughing, beautiful as ever. I remember when she used to laugh for me; now she laughs for him.
I went back to those fields. The sun was shining brightly and the grass swayed in the wind. I wept that day, for there was no fire. I needed that fire, I craved it. I lay in the fields that night, watching them burn. I wanted to die there, in those flames, but they were cold compared to her. The sky knew this, and it wept for her.
I love her, I always have. I think she knows now. She thinks it's wrong, that our love is dirty. But I remember what she seems to have forgotten- the way her hair blew in the wind, the way we danced in the sunshine, how only I could make her smile.
I remember the fields.