Song- Just a girl: Florence + The Machine
"Surely my win means something."
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Did the world apologise? Did the world ever fall to its knees and sob for what it had done? Did the world ever feel regret, or remorse, or hurt, for the way it stole? Did the world ever wish it had been kinder?
No.
It never did.
Did the world manipulate me with the sun's fingers brushed against my cheek? Did the world caress my hair with the tickle of grass beneath me and the whisper of a breeze? Did the world lie to me with the birdsong that sounded like a lullaby? Did the world hold Sebastian's hand to mine and lay him beside me?
Yes.
It always did.
The meadow was a short walk away from Hogwarts, hidden behind spiked brambles and rows of unpicked blackberries. The best things are always hidden, I thought as the sun began to set in a sleepy lull behind the height of the hill, and the sentiment stuck to the image of the boy who wasted but a second before lounging himself against the bark that lined the foundations of the pinkest cherry tree that scoured the skies around the school.
It was unusually warm for March, too early of a time to find comfort in the blades of dewed grass beneath our hands, too soon to let the sun paint my cheeks with a tint as my head rested against Sebastian's lap to find a solace in the hued light. Perhaps the world was apologising, maybe even the devil had fought our case for once. In theory, this could have been its repentance.
But whilst the world may have guilted itself into sorrow, something in Sebastian had changed. His eyes seemed to hold a strange, unexpected, fade of a colour I couldn't recognise, the usually soft skin of his fingers chipped and his palms calloused. Though he still let his smile accompany his hands in a soft brush of the freckles on my nose, his mind was suffering with thoughts that I could not find.
"What's on your mind?" I whispered in a hidden plead, one that he seemed to hold, one that made him chuckle. He pressed his lips gently, ever so gently, against the tip of my thumb that reached to graze over his bottom lip, and for a moment, he was there again.
"A lot of things." His voice was short, brief, curt. The moon was far from the sky, but it was still there within Sebastian. It did not matter how often he tried to plead with the sun just to shine for a little longer, because the moon fed itself from his prayers that directed it directly to his heart, his heart that was shadowed, drowned in the dark.
"Like what?" Sebastian looked to the sun, even if it blinded him, perhaps it was what he craved. To request pain only came from the most troubled of souls, to ask to be hurt only descended from those that did not know how to seek help. His hands became fixed in place against my cheek, paused in his gentle to be replaced with something that seemed to hurt, something that I refused to acknowledge came from him.
Sebastian bit his lip, cracking the delicate skin that I had just let my thumb run over, breaking a part of him just to feel the consequences of what he wanted to say before he said it. I could see the squint in his pupils that wanted to look away, that burned the longer that he looked towards the light that should have been beautiful but instead seemed like the hot tip of a heated sword.
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