Bright and Beautiful

(Anomalous Anonymous)

(This world will break them.)

She’s innocent and happy when he asks her to brunch on Saturday.

(This world couldn’t contain their happiness, couldn’t handle it, it was too bright, too beautiful.)

She dresses like she’s seventeen (like an adult) and not sixteen (like the gangly awkward teenager hiding in her chest). Her dress is pink and summer-like and beautiful because her smile lights it up. It’s infectious—she’s infectious and he smiles (he’s eighteen and feeling far too old for butterflies). He can’t help the smile that lifts the corners of his mouth, can’t stop it from dancing across his face.

(This world could not tarnish their smiles.)

They are sweet and innocent and beautiful while it lasts.

(This world could never endure anything quite as bright and beautiful as they are.)

Destined to fail, but not caring, they fall head over heart in love with each other.

(This world doesn’t know love.)

He asks her to marry him when she graduates from Hogwarts. She is turning eighteen in two days and she knows better, but she slides the ring on anyway, to spite this world in all its ugly bitterness.

He is brilliantly, blindingly happy and she is happy, too.

(This world could not endure their bright and beautiful happiness.)

They join the Order together (eighteen and twenty) and postpone the wedding. They will regret it later.

(This world does not wait for happy endings.)

And they are the golden couple, second only to Lily and James (Lily and James, never one without the other), but they are quiet and peaceful in ways Lily and James aren’t. There is nothing overly magical about their relationship, but it is bright and beautiful and it has something about it that will endure.

(This world lets nothing so bright and beautiful endure.)

They are soul mates, plain and simple. Two halves of a whole, incomplete without the other, fitting perfectly, hearts interlocked beautifully. Where one ends the other begins and so on. Made for each other, destined at birth—call it what you will, but they are ever bright, ever beautiful, everlasting.

(This world does not believe in everlasting.)

She is broken, shattered, torn and tattered when he is ripped from this world (twenty-three is too young to die like a hero). Her reason for enduring is gone. She is gone.

(This world cannot endure them, bright and beautiful and everlasting.)

Twenty-one is too young to be an almost widow. She is broken.

(This world broke her.)

She will go serenely into the blackness, into the warmth where he waits. She will let him welcome her, let him gather her in close, let him mend her, let this world fall away from her and another take its place. She will live her happily ever after in a world not of this world.

(And this world cannot touch them there.)

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Author’s Notes: Silly boy has broken up with me in favor of my friend. That’s kind of where this came from…I'm in a melancholy mood. I'm also feeling rather pathetic.

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