Disclaimer: NOT MINE. Doy.
This is a sad little oneshot fic that I wrote when I was bored in my class…Read and enjoy, or not.
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Ginny sat in the living room of her small flat, holding a cup of steaming tea. The tracks from her tears had taken up permanent residence, it seemed to her lately. Hermione had told her that she should take to making lists to take her mind off the pain. Ginny hadn't believed it up until that moment, but she had tried everything else to get Harry off of her mind. She sighed and sat down at her table with a quill and a piece of parchment. She started writing almost immediately:
Love is:
Missing you when we're apart
Being able to tell you anything
Never wanting to move when I hug you
Smiling when I hear your voice
Being excited to see you…a week in advance
Being unable to get you off my mind
Considering a good dream as one when you're there
Seeing someone who looks like you in a shop…and having my heart stop
Hearing your voice ringing in my head and not wanting it to stop
Smelling a perfume that smells like you do and doing a full turn to see if you're there
Looking at your face and trying to memorize every feature
Feeling my heart skip a beat when I recognize your handwriting
Going on a trip and having your face be the last thing I see at night
Going on a trip and seeing your face first thing in the morning…and knowing it'll be a good day
Seeing something that reminds me of you and smiling
Knowing all your quirks and having you know all of mine
Hearing something that sounds like something you would say…and turning around to see if it's you saying it
Knowing you as well as I know myself
Being in your arms and having the world stop
Hearing a love song and immediately thinking of you
Randomly wondering what you're doing
When you died….feeling myself die inside.
Ginny moved the list to the side and placed her head on the desk and let her tears flow freely once again. It hadn't worked; the pain was worse than ever now.