august end, 1995
cedric,
i wish we had five more minutes.
i suppose that would be enough to tell you everything that i never did.
i think i've always been in love with you, from the moment i sat down on the hufflepuff table and we shook hands, introducing ourselves till forever.
i realized it in our fourth year when my mother was sick in the hospital, dying and you had held me in your arms while i cried the entire night never letting go of that stupid letter. yes, i think it was in that moment that there was no one else i would be with, there was no one else who i would want to share my happiness, or my sadness with.
it had always been you, and i think it always will. no matter who comes and goes, i don't think i will ever love anyone the way i loved you.
i don't think i have it in me.
i used to be a dreamer, i used to revel in my dreams enjoying the way they used to take me to a whole new world where i can be anyone who i want to be.
now all they do is bring me back to you.
you haunt each and every one of them, with your ghostly smile and deathly beautiful eyes. i can't fucking breathe without seeing you.
you're everywhere, and nowhere at the same time.
i feel sick, i feel sick everytime i see you and everytime i don't. i don't want to stop seeing you, but i can't live my life with you standing at every corner watching my every move.
you were my home cedric.
it's now been burned to the ground.
forever in waiting,
your june
