I wasn't sleeping - I hadn't been for nearly three days.
Damn you and your threes.
It got to the point where I thought you were there and holding me - the ghost of your touch still everywhere and burning me alive.
I thought you said I love you, but you didn't.
It was the water creaking against the windows.
You're not here with me anymore.
My bed is cold.
I'm so lonely.
I haven't gone to class and now I have a detention but I don't care.
I can't bare to see you.
Besides, I don't want you seeing me like this.
Riddle knew where I was over the holiday and I spent three hours under the red curse - damn you and your threes.
He knew.
I was shaking and I needed medical attention but I couldn't or else he'd kill me - I used to not care if he did.
But like I said - fuck dying - I want you.
Just right now I can't and I hope you understand.
I turn a corner in the library and a book falls and - fuck - hot honey roses and lemon.
Looking at you, you're startled and surprised and your eyes are shining.
Please don't cry.
I want to hold you but there's people around and I don't think they're staring but I can feel it and I itch all over and I hate what I'm doing to you.
Hello, you say quietly.
I finally say it back.
You seem to melt and I crumble and I can't help it - but thumb traces the space below your eye and you're colder than I remember.
Are you real?
You smile, why wouldn't I be?
I haven't been sleeping.
But I don't tell you that.
You seem confused. Why? What happened?
You look expectant - expectant of something from me.
What is it?
You blink and shake your head, it's nothing.
It's something.
It's not.
I frown. You're different.
What happened?
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Ophelia [a.m]
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