Serendipity:
/serənˈdipədē/
(n) The good fortune of finding something valuable or special by accident.
"You once told me that the line between love and hate was a blurred one. How do we know once we've crossed it?"
In which a prophecy tears apart Q...
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~Sitting Alone~
Quinn Alvarado
(start song) A couple of weeks passed, with slow progress to show for it.
Some days I felt like everything was okay, like I could finally heal from what happened and move on. There were some days when I looked at Enzo and thought that my feelings for him were so strong it could kill me. Like maybe there was a chance at a future between us.
The other days were the hardest. Days when I felt the entire world's weight upon my chest stealing the air from my lungs and the oxygen from my brain. Days when it took Enzo all of one look at me to know I was crumbling.
Today had been an other day.
I woke up this morning with Enzo's arms wrapped tightly around me and only one thought in my mind. The more I start to care for Enzo, the more I endanger him. And if the prophecy intended to take the life of someone else... I feared he was quickly worming his way into the position that put him into inevitable danger.
The idea of being in a relationship was always something I had been wary about. Letting someone into my heart in such an intimate way meant that at any moment they could be taken from me.
And if Enzo, like everyone else, was ripped away from me...
That had been my first thought waking up this morning.
Enzo could tell that it was going to be a rough day in an instant. He didn't complain, didn't seem annoyed or put upon, instead he just smiled, tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and muttered, "I'm with you, okay?"
I nodded my head, not finding any words in my vocabulary that could explain what I felt with him or the fear that I felt for him.
The rest of the day went by slowly. Enzo and I walked down to breakfast, him talking about random things to fill the silence, cracking an occasional joke that made me momentarily break out of my daze. Enzo always looked so proud of himself when he was able to pull a smile out of me on days like these.
As we arrived at the Great Hall I stopped in my place at the sight in front of me. Apollo was walking with none other than Pansy Parkinson. The two were talking rather intensely it seemed, Apollo's lips pressed in a tight line.
"That's interesting" Enzo muttered as I nodded in agreement, "Him and Briar still not talking?"
"Nope"
During my conversation with Apollo a couple of weeks ago he really opened up about everything that's been going on. He also lost someone. Someone who took him in as a battered teenage boy and loved him like a son. Not only that, he lost me. The person he considered both his sister and best friend was slowly dying in front of him for weeks.
And him and Briar...
Briar was my best friend. She was a hot summer's day and a breath of fresh air. But although she was also grieving, she did not feel the loss in the same way that Apollo and I did. She wanted Apollo to be like she was, hopeful, happy, and healed. But no matter how hard Apollo tried to be, he was none of those things.
