I see her in my dreams. She watches me. No one has ever called her beautiful, and few call her pretty, but they have never seen her like this: Unguarded.
Her eyes are full of longing. She wants me.
But she hesitates. She reaches out for me, but her hand falters. It stays, suspended in mid-air as she worries her bottom lip between her teeth. It's an action I have grown familiar with, over the years. She is deep in thought.
I long to reach out to her. To hold her little hand in mine and reassure that it's ok.
That I love her too.
But I can't move. My body will not obey me. So I wait, and she watches.
The silence engulfs us.
She stands, her silk robe whispering around her, and turns away from me. She seems to glide towards the door.
I want to call her back. I don't want her to leave me. She will, of course, because tomorrow she graduates. She will leave, and I am certain she will never come back.
Why should she? There is nothing here for her.
She looks back at me, one more time, and then leaves.
The door shuts behind her with a click that breaks through the silence like a headlight through mist.
I wake with a start and sit up, staring desperately around me, my sharp eyes penetrating the darkness.
She is not here, though I can still smell her, feel her presence.
Wishful thinking.
I lie back down but I cannot sleep, so I push my sheets aside and get dressed.
I patrol the halls, alert and listening. For how long I walk, I do not know. I am lost in my thoughts. Suddenly, I find myself outside the head girls' room. Light flitters out into the corridor from the crack underneath her door.
I look around, then carefully place my ear to the wood.
She is crying, and my heart wrenches at the sound.
She is speaking, sobbing a single word, over and over. I press closer to the door, my curiosity taking over. If I didn't know better, I'd say she was speaking Parseltongue, from the slight hissing noise she makes at the end of each word.
I am desperate to know the source of her sorrow, and my feet shuffle as I move still closer, leaning all of my body weight on her door.
She cries out, and I'd have to be deaf not to hear the name she speaks. Mine.
I stumble slightly as the door slides open of its own accord.
I see her, sprawled across her bed, weeping.
She looks up, and we make eye contact for just a second, before I turn and flee.
AN: I couldn't help it. I just had to continue this story (plus, Julz, you asking me to write another chapter was starting to get on my nerves… Haha. Just kidding.)
Hope you like it! Reviews? Please?
