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Prompt 27 – Spaces
Pansy found she couldn't fill the void she felt at that very moment.
No matter how hard she tried.
She couldn't get close enough; touch him enough; feel him enough; smell him enough for that hole in her chest to be satisfied.
Pansy stopped carrying what other people thought by the time, in a moment of desperation to cure the ache that was raging inside her, she climbed into bed next to a still unconscious Ron.
She rested her body as close as she could to his: her head laying in the crook of his neck; her chin touching his collarbone; her nose grazing his neck; her forehead touching his jaw; as her head rested on his pillow. Her hand now rested on his chest, occasionally going up on its finger tips; caressing his chest, reveling in the resilience of his heart still beating, his chest still rising.
She needed him to wake up – no she wanted him to wake up; she told herself – for the hundredth time since her heart-stopping, tear-ceasing realization not that long ago.
Her tears started to fall again as she whispered, pleading with him to wake up. To come back for his friends and for her. That she needed him. She needed her knight in shining armour. That she wanted her knight in shining armour.
She wanted him.
She wanted him to open his eyes. To tease her. To laugh. To let her hold his sleeve. To fix her food. To make her eat. To hold her. To not demand anything of her. To make her feel whole. To make her feel better. To make her feel like herself. Again.
Tears still rolling down from her eyes. Again, she pleaded with him to wake up; whispering into his ear. But there was no response.
She didn't know how long she cried, clinging to his body, until she gave in to the heaviness of her eyes, head, body and fell asleep curled up next to his body. Her hand in a death grip of the hospital gown; just above his heart willing it to come and start his mind – to make him come back to her.
Filling the void that wouldn't leave her.
As there was no other answer to filling the void.
Not now. Not ever.
Not since he had changed her.