dragonfly || d.m. [✔]

| the start |

"So . . . I asked Pansy out!" Madeline squeals into my ear as we walk down the corridor.

"Oh . . . okay," I reply as I am reminded of the deal I made a few days ago. This is my chance, I can remove that deal from my life forever -- but only if I can say the words. 

"Did you ask him out yet?" she asks me.

I think of the moonlight kissed hair, the storm clouded eyes and say, "No, but I will soon."

That was the mistake.

It was also where it all began -- the insanity, the hurt, the quiet kisses in deserted corridors, the passing of notes, the shattering of hearts.

It was when my midnight eyes met his stormy ones -- storm clouds drifting across the night sky, quietness in every corner, darkness spreading in the hearts of all those involved.

But that never stopped us.

* * *

I wish I hadn't offered you that bread in the Great Hall that day. Perhaps I wouldn't feel so lost now. Look, the tables have turned! You were the lost one, and I was your comforter. But now . . . I'm the lost one, and there's no one, no one to comfort me. Who's my home, huh?