"Fate finds all of us, whether it be blessed or star-crossed. Every one shall have their time to be chased by it."
I miss her. I miss her eyes, her hair, and her smile. I crave the sound of her voice, shouting at me, whispering in my ear, raising the hairs on my neck. I crave the sound of her laugh. I am desperate for her morning beauty and her evening glow, warming my heart and body.
She is here all the time. She is inside my head, in my dreams. She is in my heart, making it beat faster. She thrills me when she strokes my skin, kisses me and watches me with a burning intensity. She quietens me with a soft touch on the hand or a gentle, calming glance.
I see her clearly in my dreams, her face open and her arms wide, waiting for me to hold her. She smiles, giggles, laughs openly with me. She whispers to me, asking me to wait for her, not to forget her. I don't forget her. I remember her clearly. She stands out in my memories, as if lit by candles in a darkened room. I see her face and body. I see her silhouette, as she moves gracefully. I see the way her hips swing from side to side seductively, I see her shapely legs stepping one in front of the other. I see her delicate hands brushing through her long hair, the way she wears it for me.
I am in need of her. I need her close to me, her warmth radiating off her and caressing my own cold body. I need to hold her, to cling to her as if to not do would surely mean death. I need to hear her heart beating, to know she is alive, to know she is still there. I need her body pressed against mine purely for the sake of feeling her soft skin against mine.
When I am with her I feel calm, right. It is as if time stands still when she enters a room. Nothing else matters and there is no outside world, only her and myself. We move in concentric circles around one another, passing each other like the moon and the sun cross paths. We are like fire and water, complete opposites, her fiery temper and my quelling manner. Yet we each compliment the other, balance the other.
But time never really stands still for her, for us. We're apart and life is marching on by, walking straight past us. We're living in the same time and in the same place, just not together. She lives in my memories and in my pretendings that she is here laid next to me, or sat across the table from me. Time is coming for us and with it, it brings fate. We are both blessed and starcrossed. Fate is what I believe in and She. She is my fate…and I am her's.
Authors note: Once more i own no harry potter characters or plots or anything to do with Ms Rowling (though i wish i had her money, that'd pay for my university debts). Again quote at the top by me, but if you think i've taken it from somewhere let me know.