She's like... like sunshine. Everything is better when she's there.
-Reed Bennett, Valentine's Day (thanks to whispered touches)
Metaphors and similes and all of that—
He hates them. To the ends of the earth.
Honestly, it would be a lot easier to just say what you mean, wouldn't it?
(But he knows from experience that it isn't.)
But really it's just sort of a fact—she's like sunshine.
And it sounds cheesy. Merlin, it sounds really cheesy.
They never really got along, to be honest.
But just then—just for that second—it was all perfect.
And everything is broken—he knows it, she knows it, everyone knows it. But it's all perfect in their twisted minds, because they had that moment of happiness, didn't they? And that is all that matters—just this moment, when everything is perfect. It doesn't matter years from now, months from now, weeks from now, or even days from now. Because just for this shining moment, everything is okay.
And her hand is in yours and both of you are smiling—albeit somewhat awkwardly—and it's just right.
Maybe not picturesque with all the destruction. There's too much destruction for that. Too much buried just underneath the fragile golden second of perfection.
But everything's better, with that infinite light of hers.
Even if just for a second.
AN: Once again, thank you to whispered touches for the quote. And if you didn't pay attention to the characters of this chapter or didn't work it out, it's about Ron and Hermione. Because apparently a whole drabble collection isn't enough. Thanks for reading. Hopefully the next update shall come within a week.