❝ a darkness that holds me,
and loves when I bleed,
it locks all the doors and then hides all the keys,
wish someone had told me what I couldn't see,
a glimmer of hope that was staring at me ❞
fred weasley x fem!oc
golden trio era
[poa...
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REBECCA WOULD'VE BEEN lying to say that she was fine just a few days into the estrangement. Let alone to try and claim such a thing a full week into it all. It honestly had never dawned upon her just how emotionally and mentally dependent she was on Fred Weasley. The more she thought of it, the more she realized that there wasn't much of a time where she wasn't by his side – they were almost always together. He was always there to be a shoulder she could lean on for support, a listening ear for when she got over her prideful nature, or a reassuring smile to melt her fears away. Fred was the one – if not the only – constant in her life since the age of sixteen. And the more she thought of it, the fact that she had simply just walked away from him, the more rattled with guilt she became.
The frustration, both at with herself and the one she felt for Fred's lack of courage against his own mother, simmered and festered within her chest. She could barely wrap her head around how fast everything had imploded, how easily it went up in flames – especially seeing that the days prior had held nothing but improving outlooks in the future. Everything had taken a sudden nose-dive. Then, it only continued to build back up as the days passed, accompanying itself to the too-familiar feelings of disappointment and sadness and anger. So, it was safe to say, that nearly three weeks into the distance, she was completely over everything.
The Christmas holiday was just around the corner now, and whilst surrounded by family and joy; it made it all that much more sour. Even within the newly renovated and expanded Lupin household, Rebecca still couldn't help but to feel suffocated. With the Lupins, and the Tonks, and the Malfoys – the big house didn't really seem as big as it first did for the first few days. It felt as if the four walls were closing in on her every time she'd step into a room with more than a single person inside.
And there weren't any owls. No post, no letters, no word from the man she'd left behind. She knew Fred was upset, but over the long days, she in the very least had expected a single letter or just something. Even still, with her sorrowful feelings, Rebecca held her ground. She had meant the words she said, both to Molly and to Fred, and she wouldn't take them back. Even if taking them back had meant that he would come back to her, that they'd be back to their post-engagement bliss and be okay again. She wasn't going to cave in so easily, no doubt thanks to the stubborn Black genetics rooted in her DNA, but especially when she believed in something whole-heartedly.
"Oi, Phoenix," A slim hand was suddenly waved in front of the Ravenclaw's face, breaking the distant and dazed stare from the window to the pink-haired metamorphmagus, "are you paying attention?"
"Huh?" Rebecca uttered, pushing some hair out of her face before clearing her throat and nodding hesitantly as her gaze shifted back down to the roll of red tinsel in her grasp, "yeah, of course...I'm listening..."
