Tears
Who do you turn to when the only person in the world that can stop you from crying, is exactly the one making you cry?
She let her tears spill. Why should she keep them back now? Why should she do anything now, but cry? Crying was easy; it took no effort, no logic, and no thought. You could simply cry your eyes out, and you would not be at a loss. Just let the tears spill, and spill, and spill, which is exactly what Ginny Weasley was doing.
tears are the words the lips aren't strong enough to speak
Ginny was crying for many reasons. For the loss of her great Headmaster, the one who had been in total control, the one who had none everything, the only the Dark Lord had ever feared. He was dead. It was a sad and scary thought. But, the main reason for her tears was the loss of her boyfriend. He had broken up with her, and she didn't have a say in any of it. She loved Harry with her whole being, and she thought he had. But, he had only broken up with her for her safety… right? Right now, Ginny didn't feel like rationalizing, and she didn't feel like thinking correctly. Whatever his reasoning was, he wasn't here with her. She had been there for him many times, and he was often times there for her, but why was he gone now? Nothing seemed right in Ginny's world anymore.
She looked out over the lake, and saw him. Of course, he stood with Ron and Hermione. Part of her wanted to be jealous of these two, but the other part told her not to worry and to understand.
After more minutes of crying, she stood up, and walked up to the castle. On the way up she saw many people, some she knew, and some she didn't. As she walked, she still had tears falling down her beautiful face. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her cheeks were tear stained. She had a purpose though, so she didn't stop to talk to any of her friends.
She walked up into the castle, and into the girl's restroom. Just as she had known, she looked a mess. She had mascara running down her cheeks, and smudged by her eyes.
"I look bloody awful." She whispered to herself. She conjured a handkerchief and dabbed her eyes with it. She tried to wipe up the makeup and not smear it further. After a moment, she saw looked at herself. Not a quick glance, but a meaningful look.
there's a girl in my mirror crying tonight, and there's nothing I can say to make her feel all right, only he can do that
She wanted Harry. She wanted him to hold her in his arms and tell her everything was okay, and let her know she was loved. She wanted to hear is soothing voice in her ear as she had so many times before.
"I need you, Harry." She whispered into the empty bathroom. "I need you to love me again." She finished cleaning up her face, but decided to leave it, for she just kept crying.
She left the castle again, and walked down to the lake.
Two weeks later, it was pouring rain at the Burrow. It fit Ginny's mood perfectly. She hadn't been much better than that first day. Everyone just assumed that it was because of Dumbledore. No one knew that she was crying over a certain raven-haired boy, and she felt like keeping it that way.
Ginny sat in the study curled up on the couch, reading a book. She would keep looking up and out the window. She needed to release the feelings she was feeling, but she didn't want to do it inside the house, again. She didn't feel like crying in front of her family, again.
Ginny came to a conclusion, and she stood up. She put the book down on the shelf, and went upstairs. She changed from her sweats, and into jeans and one of Harry's old T-shirts she had "borrowed" from him. She went into the kitchen, and slipped out of the back door.
It was raining quite hard, and she was instantly soaking wet.
I love walking in the rain, because no one can see that I'm crying
She walked off towards the woods off to the side of the Burrow. As she walked, her clothes got soggier, and heavier. Ginny didn't mind though. As she walked across the Burrow grounds, every little place reminded her of Harry, and the things they had done together.
"You noble prat." She whispered as she sat down on a rock in the middle of the field. She let the inevitable tear slide down her face. Her hair slicked down, and stuck to her face.
"Bloody Harry Potter." She said as another tear fell down.
After a moment of just sitting, she stood and walked around again. She remembered coming to play in the rain when she was little. She had loved to spin around and dance in the rain. She spun a few times, remembering old times. As she spun, she lost her footing and fell to the ground. She landed in a huge mud puddle.
"Just bloody great!" She exclaimed as she lay in the mud. She sat up, and looked down at herself. She was covered in mud, from head to toe. She hastily stood up, and walked over to the rock she had been sitting on earlier. She gingerly sat down, and let the rain clean her off. She didn't feel like going back, for she had more tears to cry.
Sick of crying, tired of trying, yeah I'm smiling, but inside I'm dying
It had been a few months, and now Harry was here. She smiled at him, trying to reassure him that she was fine, but inside…
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A/N- still lovey, but sad. I LOVE it! REVIEW!
This one is also dedicated with Flight At Midnight, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DARLING!