A Fraction of Fiction

Ghost of You

A one shot about Harry Potter inspired by Ghost of You by 5 Seconds of Summer.

Genre: is angst a genre? 

Warnings: sad. I cried while writing this. 

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Here I am waking up

Still can't sleep on your side

Hi.

I woke up, again. The same aching feeling filling my entire being. My eyes were swollen from crying and my head pounded as an aftereffect of the bottle firewhiskey I drank last night.

I reached for you, hoping it was just a bad dream, a horrible hallucination, a nightmare, but all that was left was a cold, empty bed.

The aching in my chest increased and tears blurred my vision. I closed my eyes, trying to force the pain down, but I was only met with flashes of your grin. I remembered vividly how you would look when I would wake up next to you, your expression peaceful, yet daring. You would wake up slowly, feeling me staring at you, and smile, grabbing me and pulling me to you as you kissed my forehead and told me good morning, your voice raspy due to it not being used while you were asleep.

I opened my eyes again, the memories of you too much for me to continue revisiting.

I forced myself out of bed and made my way down to the kitchen.

There's your coffee cup

The lipstick stain fades with time

I got down to the kitchen, head still throbbing mercilessly. I decided to make myself a cup of coffee to fight the exhaustion filling my body and to bring aid to the hangover.

I reached for my coffee cup, not fully awake yet, and accidentally grabbed both of ours like I used to.

I stared at your cup, agonizing pain filling my chest. I fell to my knees, hugging your cup to my chest.

Tears freely fell down my face as I was assaulted with more memories of you.

I'd be making coffee and you'd come down and hug me from behind, barely awake. You'd kiss my shoulder and my neck and then you'd spin me around and kiss me. We'd then take our coffee and sit at the table and talk. Just talk. It was never boring or forced with you. Life and love came easily with you.

Remmy found me on the floor, hugging your coffee mug, and sobbing. He helped me up and hugged me.

He's been staying here ever since last week.

Since you... Since you died.

Siri, I miss you.

I miss you.

If I can dream long enough

You'd tell me I'd be just fine

I'll be just fine

I can practically hear your voice telling me not to miss you. I hear you saying that I'll be okay. I hear you saying that this pain will pass.

Of one thing I am certain, my darling is that the pain of living a life without you will never pass.

Never.