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Author's note: I wrote it Harry/Ron, but you can insert any relationship you want. Completely O.O.C. eNJOY!

Responsibility and Expectations

I call his name as if I were waking from a dream I wasn't sure had ended. He responds standing over me blocking the light shining though the open window. He lays next to me. I feel secure in his arms and wish there were no such things as responsibility and expectations as he kisses my face.

Claiming the prize of my lips he holds me close to him, my eyes close and I fill myself with his taste only concerned with what to do when he pulls away. I feel like crying, saddened by the knowledge that this won't last. No matter how much I long for it, it will never be allowed to remain.

I wish there were no such things as responsibility and expectations.

He walks ahead of me when in public, lost in his own recklessness, searching for a place that he doesn't know can be found. I quietly follow hoping that one day he'll discover his place lies within me. If only he'd taken the time to really look at me.

I don't allow jealously to overwhelm me as he talks of all the girls he's visited. I smile at his momentary happiness and believe that I could out do them all if he'd only choose me.

He left early this morning when it was dark enough not to be seen but bright enough to find his way though the snow. I give him a kiss before he goes, pleading with him to come back to bed for a few hours when he absolutely had to go.

"No," he said firmly. "I don't want to inconvenience you any longer."

I say otherwise but is his already out of ear shot.

I climb back into bed, his scent still caught inside the quilt I hold it to me and cry myself into exhaustion.

I call his name as I wake only to receive a silent answer. My sister knocks on the door and asks "Where is he?"

"He's gone." I say without any emotion. She seems indifferent to the loss of another person, having gone though similar incidents, It angers me when she tells me I'll get over it.

I stand up and get ready for work. I know I won't see him there. He stopped coming to work weeks ago. I wash away the dry tears.

I wish there was no such thing as responsibility and expectations.