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Hey dearies(:
So. I nearly got a heart attack when I saw all the emails. FIFTY THREE REVIEWS. FIFTY. THREE.
Damn. You guys are good :D
Hope you guys had an AWESOME Halloween today. Eugh. We (me and my friends, yeah. I have a life. Surprising, isn't it? xD) rang the doorbell of some women's house. She was wrapped in a towel/blanket thing. Eugh. xP
I had this long thank you letter thing written, with stuff to say for all of your lovely reviewers… but then I forgot to save (pshh. I never save until I finish :D) and my dad restarted my computer. So yeah. I don't have the big letter thing Dx
Anyways, enjoy :D
Disclaimer: Je ne suis pas Harry Potter propres :S
Angelina Johnson
I want so bad
to be able to feel his skin skimming across mine,
to have his lips pressing against mine,
If only just once more.
I want so bad
to be able to run my hands through his hair,
trace his freckles,
look into those blue eyes
once more.
I want so badly to finally tell him that
I loved him.
But most of all,
I want so bad for him to be here.
With me.
Together.
"Angelina… I know how… I understand… I.. I know how you loved my b… br…. brother. F… Fre…" I cut off his stammering, trying to stop my tears from flowing out.
"Don't. Don't say his name." I whispered, my voice shaking and cracking. A look of helplessness passed through George's face, his hand reaching involuntarily out to my arm, before he pulled back quickly.
"Angelina… I just… I just wanted to tell you how envious I am- was- of my brother," He paused, glancing at me as I opened my mouth, "Not because he's… he got… he was… he left," His eyes glimmered for a second, shining with tears, before he continued bravely, "But because… he got you. Angelina, I've… had a… crush on you for… forever. The feeling only intensified when he started dating you. I think… that I'm in love with you Angelina, and… and I hope that…. that you'll be able to love me back. After you let Fred go…"
"I will never let him go, George. Ever." I answered harshly, tears falling freely from my eyes.
"I… I know. I won't ever either." George whispered, looking down at his hands. I realized that he finally let his tears come running out, "And… and I still blame myself for his death… if… if we didn't have that joking around attitude, if we weren't making f-fun of P-Percy, then maybe he wouldn't be… be d-dead."
"George… it's not your fault." I said fiercely. When he turned his back to me, shaking his head, I knew that… I knew what I had to do.
I kissed him.
But I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was cheating on Fred. The feeling of guilt.
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