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If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love I gain nothing Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away...And now these things remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
--1 Corinthians 13:1-8, 13
If you judge people, you have no time to love them.
Mother Teresa
You never lose by loving. You always lose by holding back.
--Barbara DeAngelis
Pickled Hearts – From The Depths Of A Girl's Heart
Prologue
The heat of summer sunshine was beating down on me, getting stronger with every beat of my heart, as sweat trickled down the side of my face…I was beginning to want to return back inside, but that would only be foolish.
All that resided in my house were my parents, both arguing through their eyes, not speaking, but the tension was ever-present. Then, of course, you had to think of my sister, who I was sadly, forced to share a bedroom with my entire life…and being submitted to taunts, which I thought was a wonderful experience for 16 years – but when was it going to end?
I never did call my house a home, because that was never what it was. I was never homesick when I wasn't there, you couldn't drag me there if I knew I didn't have to go there, but under all matter, I had no choice…I'm underage, and under qualified…and I suck at listening to people, so I would be fired from a job within minutes…or even seconds, I'm not picky about how it works.
I've never been picky, unless it's to do with chocolate, because under no circumstances will I have any if it's got any peanuts, fruit, or whatever in it…or I shall scream the building down…I have a slight thing for my chocolate. And I hate the white kind…it disturbs me. Chocolate is meant to be chocolate colour…pfft!
Right, so why did I start talking to myself again. Oh yeah, I'm starting back at school soon in my sixth year, and I can't wait. I'm going mental in my little mind waiting for it, and to be truthful, I would up and leave this hell hole now, and walk the long distance to school…if I knew the way.
The good news is, all I have to wait is another full day, and I return to school, away from my Mother's never-ending social status obsession, my Dad's tendency to love money more than his own children, and my sister's screams…yep, I can't wait another minute.
But I'll have to…because you know, err yeah.
A/N: If you didn't notice, this is in Lily Evans' PoV. Constructive criticism, feedback, compliments, ideas, comments, whatever is welcome as long as I get some reviews! Thankies, guys!