She Is Love (A PansyXLuna OneShot)

She Is Love

               There once was a time in which I believed I had my whole life figured out. I thought that my world would be one consistent road, never having any variance, or real reason for existing. I viewed my corner of the earth in slanted black and white, in which the slant always seemed to cast a shadow over me. All of that changed the moment she entered my life.

We had never been anything more than acquaintances, much less friends. However, that never mattered to her one bit. She can walk up to anyone on the street, and instantly know that person better than they know themselves, after merely a whole conversation with them. She has that gift within her, to be able to read a person's soul. It's both frightening and beautiful all at once.

The first time she decided to speak to me of her own free will, I could feel the hard glares of onlookers singeing holes into the very clothing upon my body, threatening to sear through to my soul. She never paid them any mind though, continuing on, in the way only she can do. She never gave a damn what anyone thought, and maybe that's why I first noticed her, in the sea of grey that had surrounded me for so long.

The first person, outside of my remaining two friends to acknowledge my existence, just had to be her. Fate is funny in that sense, I suppose. It merely decides to thrust upon you exactly what you need most, when you least expect it. I can't say that I'm ungrateful, because I am not in the least. Looking back though, I find it truly mind boggling the way in which our lives have turned out to be, converging into one.

Following that first initial contact, I craved for more attention from someone I barely registered existing only a few hours before, and it startled me. Why did the lilting voice draw me in, wrapping its soft melody around my heart so quickly? One could argue that it was meant to be, and maybe that is so. After all, I have learned that I am simply one small piece to a much grander plan. However, I had never been the type to put much stock in such ideals. That is, until she happened to me.

I say that she happened to me, because if it had been me alone, I would have never found her all on my own. She came to me with such a certainty surrounding her as she danced her way into my frigid stone heart, warming it from the outside in. Singlehandedly over time, she demolished every barrier I had ever forged around myself, changing me in ways no one had ever dared believe that I could. As time progressed further, with brand new eyes and a freshly opened mind, I began to see in color.

In the fabric of time, our story is but one fragment of a much larger picture, however cliché it may seem. This isn't simply someone else's story though, because it is all our own. It is ours to tell, to have, and to hold in our hearts as we face each day side by side, for the rest of the time we occupy this corner of the universe. She will forever be the hand that I hold, the color that paints my world, and the light that brightens my sphere of the earth. Her name is Luna Lovegood, and she is love.