She lays her head on the table, wraps her arms around her head. She is alone now; alone forever.
She lifts up her weary head. Picking up a glass of water from the table, she shatters it. Blood flows freely from the palm. The blood mixes with the water from the broken glass, the water dilutes it. She frowns. She wants her blood to be just like his, as fiery as strong as his had been.
Unfolding her bloodied hand she picks up the largest piece of glass. Savagely she slices her other wrist. The blood is no longer diluted. It is red and powerful and just as his was.
As her hand begins to weaken she lays her head down again. A blissful smile crosses her unmarred face.
She will soon be with her love again.
She remembers his feral grin, his obnoxious smirk and his heartwarming smile. His grins were hard to come by, smiles were even more occasional. The rarest of all was his laughter. She prides herself on the fact that she is one of the few who had seen him laugh. However she knows she’s one of the many whom he helped in one way or another. He had a big heart, just a tough exterior. Just like a pineapple, she smiles a slow and uneasy smile- a smile that hasn’t been used in a long while.
--------He looked at me with a lazy grin on his face. (I swear, I think that guy has a thing about me. I mean, why else would he keep staring at me and smiling?)
--------Ah hah! An idea stuck me, just like a bludger. (I really have to stop these thoughts about bludgers. Surely it isn’t natural.)
--------The answer was right before me, that prissy little miss perfect needs a boyfriend. And I, a valiant, handsome, rich, handsome, intelligent, handsome, outstanding example of the male species will aid her in her quest.
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