Reticent (h.s fanfic, punk Harry)

Chapter 50

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Ophelia'a POV

I can only describe the silence like a screaming piano piece. Slowly lulling me in the solitude of stark dark depth of my mind. Slowly as I let the crisp loud silence take over, I felt small feathers brush over my arms. The feathers-no, dandelion blow balls, detaching from the dew like flower and pushed away by the wind, like an immature un nursed baby is snatched from a grieved mother. They travelled over my body, taking sweet time to kiss my collarbone, my wrists. The tip of my jaw. But-but it felt heavy, it left a bruise on its wake. Angry seeds, pounding on my skin, taking revenge perhaps from the grievance of being taken away from the beautiful flower, to rest on m fair skin; sweaty, colourful bruises acting as a canvas. They pinched, they pounded. And I lay still, my skin burning from every angle to accommodate the anger.

I lay back and close my eyes, fighting back is considering to be futile. Absolutely futile. I moved my fingers, pain. I wiggled my toes, pain. What ever I did there was just pain in result.

I liked the pain.

It's crazy to think but the pain brought solace. The screaming screech of the piano brought happiness to my ears, because now I did not think of him. I did not hear him. I did not feel him.

It's a habit of his, to leave a big indent where he has been, and there is a canopy of an indent inside me. The memory of him has engulfed me since the day of his departure.

My bed is cold.

My body stiff.

My heart broken.

I am a chest with no treasure.

An ocean with no water.

A body with no heart.

I am nothing.

I am nothing without him.

He was my water.

He was my treasure.

He is my heart, it beat just for him. And now still, it sits rotting, wilting away from his memory.

He came into my world, a dark hue, as I had thought, but he brought light with him. A light that can no longer be captured.

I can only with that one day I will see him. Even in my dreams that would be enough.

***

"Dad, would you like to hold him?"

My dad stood to the side, his wife a step behind him, trying to peer over his shoulder. Her face holding a thousand wrinkles from her smile. My own mother at the side having a small smile of her own. Our rattling arguments had come to an end after his passing. Her conscious I suppose felt petty at my ridiculous coping mechanism of sleeping in his yard as he had. Of harbouring flowers until their sunroom was just a rainbow of flowers. Of staying in his bed, crying until Connie had to drag me to the bathroom to wash me. My skin had turned a sticky mess, my hair in knots from the constant moving of my head without a bother of brushing my hair.

He had always wanted me to mend my relationship with her. I hope he's happy it's slightly mended, still bruises but mended.

The small being rested in my father's arms, his eyes shining like an overflowing ocean, small tears seeping over. A sigh escaping pursed lips as he addressed the small being with a coo. "Hi!" Came a wet laugh. "Hi darling"

"He's a darling, just like his father," Jay said from the other side of my mother. "What are you going to name him?"

Five pair of eyes turned to me, waiting for the answer.

"E-Elton. Elton Thomas Styles ."

Love you all.

Lorraine <3