Title: Broken Silence Author: Katy Rating: PG13, nothing really happens that is high rated, it is just a bit dark Pairing: Ginny/Another girl, I don't think I'll tell you quite yet if you don't mind. Warnings: Dark, suicide and femslash. Gosh that is a hell of a lot of warnings for my first fic.. What ever happened to me being a 'nice girl'? What would my mother say now! Disclaimer: If you are under the misapprehension that this could possibly be mine then you are not only wrong but extremely misguided. Author's Notes: As I said, this is my first ever finished fic. So I am a tad nervous.

I need to give my undying thanks to Enismirdal for her wonderful expertise, she managed to correct my grammar, point out when I wasn't making any sense, make me actually write this and then actually let it out to annoy all you lot with! Not only that, but she also kisses me lots (so under- rated darling!) and eats Bailey's ice-cream with me when I feel sad.. So lots and lots of kisses for you, not like I wasn't going to kiss you anyway. but there we go. Can never kiss too much, that's my philosophy. Thanks sweetie

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Now

Sometimes I need to get out. She always understands; still a little dark, I feel the need to be free. And she lets me out. Sometimes she needs to be alone and to watch, and I understand, and we let each other be. Sometimes we need to remember that we are alive and then we remind each other. Simple, in the most complex way I have ever seen.

Nothing is perfect; I learnt that when I was twelve, but now I have decided that perfect is overrated anyway. I still feel the appeal of the dark and fall, sometimes, and make mistakes, but she is always there. And we both still hide from our families; sometimes there is just too much to explain. Imperfect to the end, I was never perfect even before this started and now, even though I am myself again, I feel that I can hardly remember who it was that I used to be. And in my most cynical moments I wonder if that is just part of growing up.

We work and we live, we both tried to lose ourselves for others, and now, that is our job. I heal - it is the least I can do, and it was something that I acquired practice at. Pansy teaches - she learnt a lot. It strikes me as odd how we can use those hideous times to continue now. When I remember how dead I was, compared to the light that I can see now.

And now I am waiting for her to come home, and I haven't seen her all day, and I love these simple feelings. I miss her when she isn't there. And now I hear the door and I get up and put the kettle on, with a flick of my wand, and walk to the door. And now I am not alone, and I give my love a kiss, one full of promise for what is to come, a comforting, well practiced kiss. And now we have a cup of tea together, quietly on the sofa, sitting close, not quite touching, and I am glad it didn't have to be that way.

And now, now I am still broken and she is still silent, but now there is a difference. Now we are not alone. Now we are happy.

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Well, that is the end of it. I hoped you enjoyed reading it. It was going to be so much darker than that. but I am a sucker for happy endings!

I would like to thank you for reading this, it means a lot to me

katy xxx