A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
Warning: mentions of depression, self harm, anxiety, abuse
Word Count: 502
Broken
in his arms she was broken
her chest heaved, her breasts straining against the silky
material of her black bra.
He ignored them for now, right now, that wasn't what she needed.
She needed to know she was loved, needed to know she was safe.
In his arms, he held her, letting her cry the tears she pretended didn't
exist in the light of day.
She was supposed to be so strong.
She was supposed to be so brilliant, a shining beacon
of light in these dark times
only she wasn't.
She was just a girl, now a woman who had spent her life
being everything for everyone and never stopping to
think that maybe she might lose herself in the process.
Broken, her sobs as she cried, as he wrapped his cloak around her
nearly naked body.
She was so ashamed of herself now.
She was ashamed to be seen, to be viewed as anything other than damaged,
and yet, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
She would never believe him if he told her.
She was so used to their lies, used to the lies the man of her
dreams had kept telling her to keep her as his.
Broken, her mind, her delicate psyche
she panicked easily.
Her nerves were damaged, her eyes often wide
as she tried to pretend she was fine,
pretend she was okay.
He knew she wasn't, that she believed she never would be.
She clung to him, not wanting sex, not wanting anything more
than just close contact, just something, someone, to hold onto
as her world seemed to plunge into madness.
Broken, her trance as she smelled the smoke on his cloak,
as she felt the velvet of his robes,
as she tasted his gentle kiss on her lips.
Blinking back fear, back tears, she looked to him
finally returning to herself for the moment.
He knew she wouldn't believe him if he told her,
if he promised her, it would be alright,
and yet, those were the words he whispered
as he ran his long fingers over her frizzy hair.
Broken, her need for contact,
her need to be held, to have someone watching her.
She was better now, for now,
he knew the darkness wasn't gone,
that it would never be gone forever,
but for now, for now, she was glued
back together and the small smile she
allowed her face to express was directed at him
knowing he would hold her in the darkness
he would know the words to say even if she couldn't,
wouldn't, allow herself to believe them.
For now, she was his and he was hers
and together they could face the darkness
that nestled in her mind, the anxiety that
caused her to shut down, to want to
take flight, to feel pain,
for now, he was enough for her,
and he hoped someday, he could
finally be everything to her, for her,
and she might find some peace with him.