Well, sure, have some feels with that Romione, will ya :) This is what I usually love to do. You give me a ship and I turn it into something feels worthy :) - Tsubaki Rain drops softly tapped against the tent in a rhythmic melody that seemed to hypnotize Hermione to just the right amount of calm she needed to sleep. Her body may have been relaxed, but her mind.. Her mind was a million miles away with one part of her soul that was missing. Ron. It was now eight days, ten hours, and thirty- five minutes since he left the trio to figure things out on their own. The first five days were spent keeping her facade in front of Harry. The first five nights were spent keeping her mind from insanity. She inhaled and held her breath for precisely twenty seconds, then exhaled, her body releasing enough endorphins to keep her sated for another five minutes exactly. Where is he? Is he okay? Is he with his family? Are they safe? All questions left forever unanswered, seeing as how there would be one in a million chances of him finding them again. They never stayed in one place for more than a few hours, with death only minutes away. Would he come back? She turned on her side and tugged on an abandoned pillow, hugging it hard against her chest. The anxiety returned, the wishing, the wanting, everything returned and it hit her right in the hollow in her chest. She replayed the scene over and over, wondering, wondering... She exhaled and held her breath for exactly fifteen seconds before the need to breathe overwhelmed her. When she inhaled, fresh tears lie abandoned on the sheet beneath her, her stoicism returned. She needed to be strong. Harry needed her. She needed to concentrate. Harry. Horcruxes. Hallows. Harry. Horcruxes. Hallows. Horcruxes. Hallows. Horcruxes. Hallows. Her thinking synced with the rain drops, tittering her subconscious into a deep sleep.
Posted on: Wed, 12 Jun 2013 03:09:03 +0000
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