09-06-2019, 12:25 AM
love is really nothing
but a dream that keeps waking me
She thinks she had been happy, once. But it was so fleeting and brief that she thinks maybe it wasn’t real.
She remembers the feel of her mother’s lips against her skin, and how her father had pressed his snowflake muzzle to her forehead and whispered something sweet. She remembers how her twin had glowed in the dark next to her, breath-takingly beautiful but even then she could feel the shadows that twisted inside of him.
But the four of them had been together, and her newborn heart had thought this was how it would be.
She had learned fast that the real world wasn’t like that.
Her family was broken in more ways than one. Her mother could have a sharp tongue, and sometimes the frigid way she spoke to others made her want to disappear. Her father seemed shattered and torn by a heartbreak (or two) that she was still too young to fathom, but she would understand it someday and she would use that warning like a weapon to keep anyone else from getting too close.
And her brother — her other half, her puzzle piece that fit so perfectly even if he maybe wished they didn’t — harbored more anger and darkness than anyone so young should ever have.
She kept away from them, mostly. For a long time she had trailed after Draco, but there was only so many of his irritated sighs and not-so-hidden eye rolls that she could take before she felt that rift in her heart begin to spread.
Alone in the meadow, she had not expected a voice to break the silence. The snow seemed to swallow every sound, and as she had stared upwards, dizzy and captivated by the swirling vortex the falling flakes created, he startles her. Her dark blue eyes snap to his face as she stammers, “Oh! Um….what?” Her mind races to decipher what he had said, her pretty face clouded with confusion until finally it clicks. “Oh…I can’t control snow, actually. Or stars,” the words tumble from her mouth too fast, tipping her head slightly to gesture to the glowing constellations spread across her silver sides.
She can feel her cheeks flushing hot, and beneath her skin she begins to tingle with the desire to dissolve into fairy dust and disappear from this boy that had showed up so suddenly. This was why Draco hated taking her places; she was shy and awkward and everything came out wrong. “I’m Dove,” she adds quietly, doing her best to keep her fading hope from showing in her voice.
She remembers the feel of her mother’s lips against her skin, and how her father had pressed his snowflake muzzle to her forehead and whispered something sweet. She remembers how her twin had glowed in the dark next to her, breath-takingly beautiful but even then she could feel the shadows that twisted inside of him.
But the four of them had been together, and her newborn heart had thought this was how it would be.
She had learned fast that the real world wasn’t like that.
Her family was broken in more ways than one. Her mother could have a sharp tongue, and sometimes the frigid way she spoke to others made her want to disappear. Her father seemed shattered and torn by a heartbreak (or two) that she was still too young to fathom, but she would understand it someday and she would use that warning like a weapon to keep anyone else from getting too close.
And her brother — her other half, her puzzle piece that fit so perfectly even if he maybe wished they didn’t — harbored more anger and darkness than anyone so young should ever have.
She kept away from them, mostly. For a long time she had trailed after Draco, but there was only so many of his irritated sighs and not-so-hidden eye rolls that she could take before she felt that rift in her heart begin to spread.
Alone in the meadow, she had not expected a voice to break the silence. The snow seemed to swallow every sound, and as she had stared upwards, dizzy and captivated by the swirling vortex the falling flakes created, he startles her. Her dark blue eyes snap to his face as she stammers, “Oh! Um….what?” Her mind races to decipher what he had said, her pretty face clouded with confusion until finally it clicks. “Oh…I can’t control snow, actually. Or stars,” the words tumble from her mouth too fast, tipping her head slightly to gesture to the glowing constellations spread across her silver sides.
She can feel her cheeks flushing hot, and beneath her skin she begins to tingle with the desire to dissolve into fairy dust and disappear from this boy that had showed up so suddenly. This was why Draco hated taking her places; she was shy and awkward and everything came out wrong. “I’m Dove,” she adds quietly, doing her best to keep her fading hope from showing in her voice.
Dove