Forget Me Not
By Miette R. Black
Written 8 July 2003
I like standing on the beach in winter with my toes curled in the cold, damp sand. After awhile my toes go numb and the water, as it rises, tickles my ankles. And I'll close my eyes, my head thrown back, and I'll let my thoughts melt into the crisp air that whips around my face, my body.
When you first saw me 3 years after we had graduated from school, your heart stopped. And I wanted to weep bitterly. And you wanted to cry out. I was biting my fingers raw. And pulling at my hair. And you wanted to scratch that image from your eyes.
It's been hard. It's been rough. But we made it didn't we? We were superior. We were the few that survived out of the few that weren't scared. Remember that day when we went so close to the battle, just for laughs, and we almost died? I think it's ironic that we lived. Those who wanted to die, lived and those who wanted to live, died. Is that how it works nowadays? Fate just fucks you up. Fucks me up.
Argh, these headaches! Wasn't you who nursed me when I had these? I don't remember - it's all blurry and white-edged. I remember... fingers on my temples, rubbing in circles, soft as moth wings. And I remember kisses behind my ears. And oh how I remember the alcohol... and the poetry, hah, that horrible poetry you read! You thought it was angst and dark but it was stupid and immature. You were stupid and immature. We all were stupid and immature back then.
So that's why you said you'd coming back to find me in the same position, toes curled and numb with my head thrown back and my eyes closed and the wind whipping me raw...
You wanted to forget.
But if you wanted to forget so badly, why do you keep coming back?
Note from Miette: I was quite the brooding character when I wrote this. I didn't even remember writing it but I came across it while I was searching through my old files. Apparently I had written it for a contest but I'm not sure which one. Anyhow, I edited it and re-wrote some parts so that it sounded reasonable enough to post. And it is from Harry's POV. Enjoy.