Voldemort reappeared, and the war between purebloods and Muggles resumed as well. Theodore Nott, having found love in the eyes of a simple Muggle, reluctantly finds himself asking her to leave. But at what cost?
A few years later, The Dark Lord was...
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The street light above him flickers, being the only luminescence on the dark street. Theo resists the urge to smoke as he waits impatiently. What if it's not the same? What if things can never be the same? He pushes the thoughts from his mind as he swallows his rising anger at the world and the universe as a whole.
All that matters is Theo's about to see the love of his life again for the first time in months. He can't let his fury show now.
I walk slowly, my heels being heard like an echo on the street, as I walk slowly in the same alley as yours. I have just finished my work at the café I am working at since we broke up and the beginning of the war. When we broke up, you said the most terrible thing to me, you have broken my heart so much that even if I want to, I can't forget you, you put an anchor on my heart that keeps hurting me each day I keep waking up. Remembering as a broken record how filthy I was to your eyes.
I haven't seen you the first time. Looking at the window when I was serving a random customer of my day. You were on affairs for the ministry of magic in London. And how funny the world decides to play with our faith and life. We have been through each other's path again.
I am still walking, not having noticed you yet. The soft clack of my heels are the only echo heard in this dark and sad alley becoming louder as soon as I keep walking unconsciously closer to you.
Theodore sees her. Despite everything, he can't take his eyes off the woman he loved. He feels both the blood rushing to his cheeks and his blood run cold, his body preparing to fight or flee yet his mind deciding which to do.
Then something happens: He notices he has been standing still for what seems like forever, his mind completely blank. A thousand things could happen now, his mind screams to think of whatever he can do. He decides what he must do and starts walking down the alley.
I keep walking steadily and slowly, the sound of my heels almost blended through the burdens of your thoughts. One step from my side. One step from yours. One memory occurs, another fades with words untold.
Suddenly as we are at the bare thin string of seeing each other. The irony of fate has decided that we were on each opposite side of the street. Like a reminder of our differences. Two different persons, two different worlds, two different sides of the road. Me walking and passing and not noticing you in the slightest as I keep walking on my side of the alley. Being like magnets, attracted but at the same time repelled by each other.
The anger at the world and its irony boils up inside of him as he watches her just walk away without even so much as a glance in his direction. Without even thinking, he runs towards her and steps in front of her suddenly. One part of him screams to just move on and walk away, not to get involved with her yet again but the other won't listen, it craves for her to notice and acknowledge him
"Luciana...."
My footsteps freeze as I hear this voice. One who's too familiar. Somehow nostalgic and in another half bittersweet. This voice brings so much memory of happiness being crushed by painful ones that make only the anger and rancorous stay.
"Theo..."
I say in a low and calm voice. But this calmness isn't one who's comforting, one who's wrapping his arms around you like a soft caress of the clouds. This one sounds more like rain. This drenched scent of the stoned street when the sadness of the sky starts to fall.
Theo's breath catches in his throat at the sound of her voice, though he forces himself to keep calm, his gaze steady. Despite all the emotions flooding through him, he has to stay in control if he wants this to work. He wants to reach out and touch her, feel the warmth of her body and finally be able to say what he's been wanting to say since they last left each other in a screaming match, but for now, he settles on staying where he is, still in front of her, standing on a thin line between love and hate.
"What do you want?"
I sigh as my voice is like smoke, fading in a sight that isn't being able to be caught. No ashes being able to be seen. Like a mere ghost of the person you use to see as mellow as a sunset. As warm as the finest white sand you could find at the beach and as comfortable as the small breeze in a field caressing your skin. The colourful delightful memories have been torn and distorted like the past.
Theo stares at her, as if he hadn't quite processed that she just spoke. Instead of answering her question, he opens his mouth and starts the sentence he's been practicing at home on the mirror every night for weeks.
