prompt: "why is life always cruel?"
author: swirling-summernotes
She sighs, blowing a piece of red hair out of her face. She's sitting at the top of the hill at the Burrow, watching Teddy and Victoire giggle and laugh, Lily and Lorcan walking hand in hand towards the lake. Scorpius is sitting at the wooden picnic table with his arm around Dominique.
All around her is love, love love.
"What's wrong, Molls?" Lysander approaches, and she looks up, her heart turning upside down and back again.
His bright green eyes are boring into her blue ones. "Nothing much. Just wondering why life is always so cruel."
He laughs at that, throwing his head back. "Must you always be so melodramatic, Molly?"
She glares, threading her fingers through the green grass. "Yes," she sniffs, focusing her gaze on the orangey pink sunset.
He sits down beside her. "Well, I'm glad. It makes me laugh." He reaches out and takes her hand in his.
Maybe life isn't so cruel to her after all.
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