Goodbye
His hands softly caressed her face. A finger lightly carving his initials over her cheek, trailing slowly, as to draw his mark. His territory.
She stirred a little, a yawn quietly escaped her. He was mesmerized.
How he wished to tell her that he can watch her all night and all day. As the dawn rapidly slipped past them and the sun rose to wake them from this haze. An addicting haze of just being together, of not wanting to separate.
He resented the sun for telling him this.
For the prospect of another day, meant another day closer for their parting of ways. Which, he now acknowledged, had dreadfully arrived.
Of course she knew nothing of the sort... and maybe she didn't want to know.
Maybe he did not want her to know. It will pain her and tarnish her beautiful face even more if she knew he planned to leave, and go join the cause he was bestowed with.
His fists clenched.
It was moments like these that he could not bare to glance at her. The guilt he had been experiencing ever since he decided on what to do would powerfully creep up his spine. This would almost make him want to rethink the whole thing and forget about it.
His vision then dashed to the curtain-draped and blind-covered window.
Rays of light eased their way through slim cracks.
The light was now filtering in through the blinds covering the window's gift to a scene outside to the rest of the world. A world he would be joining soon, when he got on his way.
But not yet, he at least needed to imprint her in his memory one last time. To have a frame of her being at peace, generally, inscribed in his thoughts for the cause of just remembering her.
Slivers of dusty light danced around her vulnerable face. He will remember this.
Across her natural blushful cheeks, he loved to caress and will remember caressing.
He observed her long eyelashes that glittered with tears one too many times for his liking. He did not want her to cry any longer, or more than what was required of her.
He knew he had to go away to stop her from worrying such things she should not be worrying about in the first place. If only she understood why he was doing this without her... it might make things easier.
Easier to leave without feeling regret.
The sun's golden rays continued to creep in and tell him that his time here and with her was short. He understood he had to get out of there soon.
But the appeal of continuing to stay by her side, was causing him to linger. To be with her.
A small sigh escaped him, as his finger continued drawing inane patterns against her sun kissed skin.
The petal soft skin, that he adored touching in all ways he could, especially when she only stirred slightly and the world around them held no sound except those soft ones she made. The silent atmosphere always caused him to go back to that pensive stupor.
A stupor full of idle hopes.
He hoped for many ridiculous things. Things he was better off not thinking about, because the dream of them was a mere wish that will never come true.
Yet in vague moments of time, he would find himself thinking on how he could get back the ignorance of believing everything will turn out alright. He stupidly hoped for hope.
Which basically was a fruitless wish.
Suddenly he noticed that his finger came to rest upon her plush lips.
From his hand to arm, slight tremors shook across his frame as his mind demanded he pull away. Away from her pinkish lips, from her... perhaps forever.
It will be better to do it now.
He knew that.
It will just make it worse to stay longer.
But he did not want to move. He wanted to crawl under that creme colored comforter and entwine his legs with hers. He wanted to kiss her brow and truly tell her he would be there forever.
You know you can't be.
That did not make him stop wishing for it.
That did not stop him from pleading to the dark heavens above for some peace, a comfort that did not have strings attached to it. Though all he got as a response was a dismal breeze.
Dismal were his hopes then. But again, that did not stop him from promising that he was hers.
From insisting that he will be by her side, in one way or another, spiritually at least.
Even if fate was against his wishes. Even if the possibility of both of them together for more than just tonight, right now, was unlikely.
That did not stop him from being hers, as she was his.
With this thought, he drew away. He blew a kiss to those intoxicating lips, that he remembered kissing once, and wished to touch again.
A rustling noise from her made him jump up and abandon such ludicrous thoughts of staying. He shook his head and his resigned eyes focused on the door.
After a few lingering steps he turned the knob and he couldn't help but halt as his body shook with a dry sob. With one last glance in her direction, he left against his better judgment.
Goodbye.
For now.
A/N: [2/27/04] Just a small capture that struck me as I was bored. If it doesn't make sense, I will not be surprised. It is how it is.
"He" is Harry and "Her" is Hermione, obviously.
Against my better judgment, I am posting this again. I am caving in on the pressure Nielle and especially Romy are exerting on me. Greedy little sods... :p