Shades of a Relationship
Part 4: Finality
Chapter 1
By: Kamikazee E-Mail: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com Disclaimer: We can all wish, but in reality I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I'm just a high school student with an overactive imagination and no discernable life. Summary: As long as you remember. Pairing: Willow/Harry Distribution: I post at Fanfiction.net and Twisting the Hellmouth. Never Tickle a Sleeping Hellmouth also has permission to post my fics. Author's Notes: Takes place many years after the end of Love. Rating: PG
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It's funny, you know. Twenty-nine years old and I still carry an innocent state of mind. All these years, I've never thought about what would happen, what I would do, if they were to die. It's not something I think any child spends a lot of time thinking about, the death of their parents.
So, why am I even thinking about it now? Well, I suppose it's because I can't run from it anymore, because it's happening. My parents are dying and there's nothing I can do about it. Deep inside, I realize that they've lived a long and happy life together, and that it's their time.
Still, there's something in me that's screaming. Screaming that they can't leave, that I still need them. I feel so hopeless, watching as the day grows closer, the day where they will no longer here with me.
Lately, I've found myself remembering the most inconsequential things. Things like the look on my dads face when I get hurt. Or the way mom always chews on her bottom lip when she gets nervous. I feel the need to remember the sound of my dad laughing when he used to let me fly with him, the deep rumbling in his chest.
It's very overwhelming that soon, all I'll have is memories. That there will be no more watching the Charlie Brown Christmas Special with mom and no more Quidditch games with dad.
I don't really want to go into their room, testament to the fact that I've been standing outside their door for twenty minutes. Seeing them weak like that, bed-ridden and so tired. That's not the way I want to remember them. I want to remember them as the strong ones, the ones that would always protect me.
But, that's not the way it is anymore. I'm an adult, have been for a while. Now, it's time for me to be strong for them. To go in there and smile, to tell them that everything will be okay.
I do need to go in there. If not to reassure them that things will turn out fine, than at least to tell them one last time that I love them, because I can't possibly let my parents die without telling them that at least once more.
So, I guess I should go in now, face the music. I will be strong, it runs in the family. I'll go in there and talk to them, even if it is the last time. Because, the truth of the matter is, I'll survive. I'll survive because as long as I remember them and my love for them, they'll always be alive.
My name is Tara Lily Potter. Death is not final, as long as the people who are left behind remember. I will remember.
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It's a little shorter than usual, but it just seemed right to end it there.
Kamikazee
By: Kamikazee E-Mail: neo_kamikazee@hotmail.com Disclaimer: We can all wish, but in reality I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I'm just a high school student with an overactive imagination and no discernable life. Summary: As long as you remember. Pairing: Willow/Harry Distribution: I post at Fanfiction.net and Twisting the Hellmouth. Never Tickle a Sleeping Hellmouth also has permission to post my fics. Author's Notes: Takes place many years after the end of Love. Rating: PG
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It's funny, you know. Twenty-nine years old and I still carry an innocent state of mind. All these years, I've never thought about what would happen, what I would do, if they were to die. It's not something I think any child spends a lot of time thinking about, the death of their parents.
So, why am I even thinking about it now? Well, I suppose it's because I can't run from it anymore, because it's happening. My parents are dying and there's nothing I can do about it. Deep inside, I realize that they've lived a long and happy life together, and that it's their time.
Still, there's something in me that's screaming. Screaming that they can't leave, that I still need them. I feel so hopeless, watching as the day grows closer, the day where they will no longer here with me.
Lately, I've found myself remembering the most inconsequential things. Things like the look on my dads face when I get hurt. Or the way mom always chews on her bottom lip when she gets nervous. I feel the need to remember the sound of my dad laughing when he used to let me fly with him, the deep rumbling in his chest.
It's very overwhelming that soon, all I'll have is memories. That there will be no more watching the Charlie Brown Christmas Special with mom and no more Quidditch games with dad.
I don't really want to go into their room, testament to the fact that I've been standing outside their door for twenty minutes. Seeing them weak like that, bed-ridden and so tired. That's not the way I want to remember them. I want to remember them as the strong ones, the ones that would always protect me.
But, that's not the way it is anymore. I'm an adult, have been for a while. Now, it's time for me to be strong for them. To go in there and smile, to tell them that everything will be okay.
I do need to go in there. If not to reassure them that things will turn out fine, than at least to tell them one last time that I love them, because I can't possibly let my parents die without telling them that at least once more.
So, I guess I should go in now, face the music. I will be strong, it runs in the family. I'll go in there and talk to them, even if it is the last time. Because, the truth of the matter is, I'll survive. I'll survive because as long as I remember them and my love for them, they'll always be alive.
My name is Tara Lily Potter. Death is not final, as long as the people who are left behind remember. I will remember.
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It's a little shorter than usual, but it just seemed right to end it there.
Kamikazee