Remember Me [ Fred Weasley ]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 / 𝑨 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏

{ Song: Merry-Go-Round of Life by Nuvo Orchestra, from Howl's Moving Castle }

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Fairytales often tell the stories of dreams that come true. The people in the stories never give up and they fight against the malicious outer world until they get through the pain, and come to the end that promises a happily ever after. No one really knows what happens after that because in the real world, endings are usually associated with grief.

Maybe there are tales that simply aren't told because when the last thing we feel is pain, it leaves us with the feeling of missing something. Someone. To me, that pain is a constant reminder that I should be letting go, but it is also the very reason that I am still holding on. Maybe I am lucky to have found something worth missing, even though a part of me wishes that I would have never found out how much it can hurt.

In writing, we sometimes use a comma instead of a period mark to extend a sentence to make it last longer, even though it might sometimes be better to let it end. He is my sentence, the one that I refuse to stop writing until I have found the words to make it sound the way it feels. Now it seems that I am slowly running out of lines, as not only the sentence but the very page is coming to an end.

Loving was never painful, but now it is somehow all that I have left of him. Even on the nights when the memories have been the only thing that have rocked me to sleep, I have not once wished that it would stop. I can't explain how doing what is easy can also be the thing that hurts the most, but the difficult thing to do would make the pain go away. I suppose I am simply trying to make it last a little longer even when he's gone, refusing to realise that he might never come back.

As I stand in front of the mirror in my dorm and examine the red fabric that falls down the side of my body, flowing beautifully when I move and I wonder if princesses in fairytale feel the same weight on their shoulders as I do now. I'm not sure if it's the fabric that is heavy or if it's just the emptiness. I never thought it could be so heavy, and I have never before felt as sad and beautiful at the same time as I do right now.

"You look amazing" Pansy says with a warm, encouraging smile.

"I don't feel amazing" I say and sigh hopelessly.

"Hey, look at me" she says and grabs both my shoulders, "You were beautiful before he told you that you were, and you don't need him for that to still be true"

At this point, I never expect her to say anything that isn't true. Beautiful things don't become ugly because no one is watching. They don't require an audience, they just are. Sunsets, stars, people.

"Thanks Pans" I say and smile shyly, "You're stunning, too"

"You both are" Theo says with a smirk and leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed, "It's time to go, and for the record this night is not about Weasley"

He gives me a meaningful look that encourages me to let go and let myself be happy while Pansy nods eagerly in agreement. I'm not sure what I would have done without them but even though they are saying all the right things, the truth isn't less true when no one believes it just like beautiful things don't become ugly when no one sees them.

"Everything is about Weasley" I mutter quietly as we leave the dorm.

Pansy rolls her eyes which makes it clear that she is done playing soft and that the tough love is about to enter the conversation. Her patience is low, but her judgement is sharper than the blade of a knife, and she never fails to convince anyone she wants when she knows that she is right.