The Greatest Thing
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Chapter Two.
Shadows of You
The streets of this urban city are crowded with people: young and old, beautiful and the rest, rich and poor, but no matter the color, beliefs, money, social background, sex, or anything, they still have their souls, every piece. Am I envious? Hard to tell.
I can walk these streets, mingle and pass through the people because the body that was once mine has been restored, if you will. A mostly empty shell, and slowly begin to fill the cup of life back up with pieces. Though the diary and the ring destroyed, the locket missing, I still have others. But is it enough, is it going to make me like the people that brush past my body, who will go to loved ones: mothers', fathers', husbands', wives', daughters', sons', cousins', aunts', uncles', lovers'………..?
But when I look at the faces, I never see the one that haunts my dreams, even my waking thoughts with his face, the emerald eyes, and the scar that might as well be etched on both of our foreheads because it connects and binds us to one another, until death do us part. Ironic how your enemy can be like a spouse, can't seem to live with or without them sometimes. No matter what I do, Harry will always be the thing that follows me in everyone's head. A shadow of myself; am I his?