Remember Me [ Fred Weasley ]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 / 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆

{ Song: Where's My Love by SYML }

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

One... I will shift

Two... I am shifting

Three... I have shifted

Every time I open my eyes, there is nothing but a painfully ordinary room around me.

Night after night, I try to shift to the point where it has started to drive me mad as the obsession is getting worse with every failed attempt. Never before have I felt the same need, desperation almost, to escape and leave this place to go home where I belong and stop wasting my time in a world where the minutes feel like hours.

Time is a curious thing. No matter if you're waiting for something to end or another to begin, it never seems to be moving at the right pace. What's funny is that we always seem to think we have time, even though it is the one thing that we can never get back.

Words after they have been spoken. Actions after they have been done. Time after it's gone.

It had only taken one word to rob me of all the time in the world; the moments that were meant to be ours, the days that I wanted to spend with him, with them, there. Now all I have is memories as I wait for time to pass by until the night comes and I try just as hard as the one before to get back to him. To come back home.

I miss you

My eyes linger on the lines I just wrote down on the paper where they shine freshly next to the words I wrote before a few lines up when I lay my pen down next to the notebook. I have been staring at the same page every day, waiting for a message that never comes. A response. A sign. Anything.

Maybe I have been foolish for thinking that this is the same notebook as the one that Fred gave to me. After all, this world isn't magical. While I know that physical objects can't travel between realities, a part of me has been holding on to that last shred of hope while I grow more and more frustrated with the fact that I can't seem to go back.

With a sigh of disappointment, I close the notebook and hide it underneath the mattress of my bed where no one could find it. Since the day I got it, it has been my most valuable possession and if someone were to find it or damage it in any way I'm sure it would break my heart. Even if I'm being delusional with my head so far up in the clouds that I can no longer see the ground, it's my safe point. It keeps me sane.

My steps are forced and heavy when I leave my room to get to school. Today is the day. When the afternoon I had spent shopping with my mum hadn't cheered me up and made my obsession with shifting again even worse, the concern in my parents eyes had grown with every passing day until the point where they started suggesting actually going to therapy.

After what felt like never ending arguing and protesting from my side, since I already know the reason why I'm feeling this way, we had come to a compromise that I'm going to see the school counsellor which was meant to happen today after my last class. While it isn't what either of us really wanted, it has been enough for them to stop bringing it up every time they get the chance.

Since the day that I first came back from shifting, the gaze that meets mine whenever I look at Alice has been the same freezing blue that I had found in Violet's. The more time I have spent around her, the harder it has become to separate her from the person she has become.

Being around her used to be fun, easy; like being with a friend. Ever since I got to know Violet, I'm not sure if I know Alice at all anymore.

With every passing day I have distanced myself just a little bit more as my secrets seem to need greater protection for no obvious reason other than the nauseating feeling in my gut telling me to stay away.