The Greatest Thing.
Chapter three: I read you like an empty book.
Cold and numb between the sheets.
Settled in a Bed and Breakfast. For the record, it is now January; I've been on the hunt for Tom and the pieces of his soul for five months. He refuses to let himself be captured.
Met this girl. Emily, I think she said it was. We talked and fucked. I don't consider myself with Ginny any more, as I'm sure she has given up for someone else to keep her warm.
So cold.
I saw my parents graves. The people have made it some sort of a shrine. Not to them, but who they made.
When I was in a muggle school, we read Great Expectations. The boy bases the character of his parents by the gravestones. My father I see as a strong person, softer in places. My mother's is lighter, but has a dark place. Worn, maybe.
I found an empty book. I thought of Tom. He's empty: no family, no friends, no lovers. Does he ever get lonely? Can you fill a person like you fill a book? Passion, thoughts, ideas, fears; they all filled Ginny. She later told me that it felt like being high at times, but so low at others.
Alone in my room. An empty book, I've decided to fill it. Maybe it will be a bestseller, or change someone's life in an unexpected way. Indulging in my new bad/favorite habit: cigarettes.