Chapter 8: Lost
This is getting unbearable. Hermione and Seamus have started holding hands in the halls and studying together. The rumor is their going out but when confronted they simply blush and glance at each other shyly. It's even making the remote thought of suicide appealing again. I just want to get away from it. I don't know if I can take anymore. Even though she likes him, I still drag on day after day, hoping for some miracle and shee will fall into my arms and confess her undying devotion. During the day, I keep my gaze and thoughts (for the most part) on my studies, not on her. But I rush into strange dreams at night. Amid scenes charged with adventure and romantic chance, I again meet Hermione. Then the dream of meeting her eye, touching her hand, loving her, being loved by her, the promise of spending a lifetime with her is renewed with all it's first force and fire. But then I awake and remember where I am and how situated. then the stillness witness the breaking of my heart and the sobs of utter despare. But nine o'clock the next morning I am dressed, eating breakfast in the Great Hall, ready for the days lessons and activities (A/N this is a slight alteration on a bit of the book "Jane Eyre"). I feel lost in my dreams. Lost. That's a very good description of how I feel. Lost.
I'm Lost
I'm lost in a storm of emotions. I'm lost in a sea of pain. I'm lost in my ocean of tears. I'm lost in the dead of night. I'm lost, drowning in sorrow, Will I ever find my way again?
A/N "I'm Lost" is by ME (who else?).
This is getting unbearable. Hermione and Seamus have started holding hands in the halls and studying together. The rumor is their going out but when confronted they simply blush and glance at each other shyly. It's even making the remote thought of suicide appealing again. I just want to get away from it. I don't know if I can take anymore. Even though she likes him, I still drag on day after day, hoping for some miracle and shee will fall into my arms and confess her undying devotion. During the day, I keep my gaze and thoughts (for the most part) on my studies, not on her. But I rush into strange dreams at night. Amid scenes charged with adventure and romantic chance, I again meet Hermione. Then the dream of meeting her eye, touching her hand, loving her, being loved by her, the promise of spending a lifetime with her is renewed with all it's first force and fire. But then I awake and remember where I am and how situated. then the stillness witness the breaking of my heart and the sobs of utter despare. But nine o'clock the next morning I am dressed, eating breakfast in the Great Hall, ready for the days lessons and activities (A/N this is a slight alteration on a bit of the book "Jane Eyre"). I feel lost in my dreams. Lost. That's a very good description of how I feel. Lost.
I'm Lost
I'm lost in a storm of emotions. I'm lost in a sea of pain. I'm lost in my ocean of tears. I'm lost in the dead of night. I'm lost, drowning in sorrow, Will I ever find my way again?
A/N "I'm Lost" is by ME (who else?).