learn losing
[[ lucy lorcan ]]
She'd missed him, she really had, but she knew he wasn't looking for her. He'd look at her sometimes, confused as to why she was looking at him, then his expression would clear, and he'd look away again.
And she'd sigh, because she knew his hoping that her sister would look at him like the way she was looking at him now would befuddle him; he'd spent too long a time with a mental picture of Molly in front of his mind's eye.
It was the only time she'd ever been jealous of Molly's life, the only time she'd ever wished that she was her sister.
And then she'd remember what happened last Christmas, and the very final rejection in his eyes, and she'd remember that she was just little Lucy Weasley, and he'd never want her.
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last christmas, i gave you my heart
but the very next day, you gave it away
this year, to save me from tears
i'll give it to someone special
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