No Lily
by: Arwen Sauron
Remus watched in agony as the ivory box was lowered into the ground. He knelt down next to the deep rectangle and set his eyes to the shining casket. The soft rain hit gently on its surface and rolled gracefully off the sides. The rain hid all the evidence of tears that he knew rest on his unshaven face. He slid his hand into the damp pile of earth beside his feet and closed his hand around what had turned to mud. He let the wet dirt fall from his grasp. It appeared as a molding spot on the light colored coffin. His hair had begun to fall into his eyes, clinging to his forehead. He ran his hand faineantly through his hair, leaving it full of wet earth, that only served to begin to run down his face. He became aware of all the eyes that had come to rest on him and brought himself to his feet. He opened his mouth to speak but felt incapable of releasing any sound. His world had come to a stop, and he doubted if it would ever start again. He looked around at the crowd of people, all looking at him as if expecting something from him. He didn't know what they could expect from him. He had nothing to offer anymore. He summoned up all his strength and stuggled to find words. Words that might make the smallest bit of sense of something that had none. He let his eyes fall to the dirty ivory and began to speak, somewhat incognizant to what he was saying.
"To feel something as small as love.
Or to grasp something as big.
To relish in the goodness of joy.
To truly be free of the chains of anguish.
To run and to have full knowledge of the wind in your hair.
To wipe away the tears that have formed from lack of blinking, and to hold your eyes shut tight as you let the burning slip away.
To hold that first leaf in your hand from the coming of Fall.
To force a smile onto your face even though your heart is being torn to shreds.
To feel the relief of knowing you scraped a passing grade in your worst subject.
To walk by that door everyday just to wonder what may lie on the other side, and to finally work up the nerves to open it.
To feel as if your world has come to a sudden and abrupt halt and then to reach for the railing as it speeds back to life.
To wish on that same star every night with no hope of it ever hearing your plea.
To watch your closest friend struggle and having to sit back and watch with hopes that things will improve.
To unsuccessfully pull a comb through your hair and having a stanger to help you tug it out.
To look in the mirror and see all your flaws and to hear them screaming your name.
To engage in a staring contest with a friend, all the while knowing you couldn't win.
To start a chain reaction of falling shelves in the library and to be forbidden to come back.
To organize a surprise party for your best friend, three days after their birthday.
To spin in circles in the pouring rain and falling over into your worst enemy, leaving you both face down in an enormous puddle of mud, and blaming it on them.
To run freely through a field of sunflowers and finding yourself lying next to a daisy.
To love someone beyond comprehension, or words, and to hold them as they cry over another.
To start talking and then completely forget what you were saying.
To be a thousand miles away when the one you love needs you the most, and to find them standing on your doorstep two days later.
To be expected to give a speech at your best friends funeral, and not knowing what to say.
Well...now I know what to say. I love you, Lily."
Everything was gone. There was nothing left. No meaning. No life. No feeling. No emotion. No hope. No faith. No peace. No love. No Lily.
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A/N: Well, what do you think? I am very happy with this piece. I like the way it turned out. Please, please review. It only takes 15 seconds, I swear. I really appreciate the reviews.
by: Arwen Sauron
Remus watched in agony as the ivory box was lowered into the ground. He knelt down next to the deep rectangle and set his eyes to the shining casket. The soft rain hit gently on its surface and rolled gracefully off the sides. The rain hid all the evidence of tears that he knew rest on his unshaven face. He slid his hand into the damp pile of earth beside his feet and closed his hand around what had turned to mud. He let the wet dirt fall from his grasp. It appeared as a molding spot on the light colored coffin. His hair had begun to fall into his eyes, clinging to his forehead. He ran his hand faineantly through his hair, leaving it full of wet earth, that only served to begin to run down his face. He became aware of all the eyes that had come to rest on him and brought himself to his feet. He opened his mouth to speak but felt incapable of releasing any sound. His world had come to a stop, and he doubted if it would ever start again. He looked around at the crowd of people, all looking at him as if expecting something from him. He didn't know what they could expect from him. He had nothing to offer anymore. He summoned up all his strength and stuggled to find words. Words that might make the smallest bit of sense of something that had none. He let his eyes fall to the dirty ivory and began to speak, somewhat incognizant to what he was saying.
"To feel something as small as love.
Or to grasp something as big.
To relish in the goodness of joy.
To truly be free of the chains of anguish.
To run and to have full knowledge of the wind in your hair.
To wipe away the tears that have formed from lack of blinking, and to hold your eyes shut tight as you let the burning slip away.
To hold that first leaf in your hand from the coming of Fall.
To force a smile onto your face even though your heart is being torn to shreds.
To feel the relief of knowing you scraped a passing grade in your worst subject.
To walk by that door everyday just to wonder what may lie on the other side, and to finally work up the nerves to open it.
To feel as if your world has come to a sudden and abrupt halt and then to reach for the railing as it speeds back to life.
To wish on that same star every night with no hope of it ever hearing your plea.
To watch your closest friend struggle and having to sit back and watch with hopes that things will improve.
To unsuccessfully pull a comb through your hair and having a stanger to help you tug it out.
To look in the mirror and see all your flaws and to hear them screaming your name.
To engage in a staring contest with a friend, all the while knowing you couldn't win.
To start a chain reaction of falling shelves in the library and to be forbidden to come back.
To organize a surprise party for your best friend, three days after their birthday.
To spin in circles in the pouring rain and falling over into your worst enemy, leaving you both face down in an enormous puddle of mud, and blaming it on them.
To run freely through a field of sunflowers and finding yourself lying next to a daisy.
To love someone beyond comprehension, or words, and to hold them as they cry over another.
To start talking and then completely forget what you were saying.
To be a thousand miles away when the one you love needs you the most, and to find them standing on your doorstep two days later.
To be expected to give a speech at your best friends funeral, and not knowing what to say.
Well...now I know what to say. I love you, Lily."
Everything was gone. There was nothing left. No meaning. No life. No feeling. No emotion. No hope. No faith. No peace. No love. No Lily.
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A/N: Well, what do you think? I am very happy with this piece. I like the way it turned out. Please, please review. It only takes 15 seconds, I swear. I really appreciate the reviews.