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If not, then enjoy the ride!


Paper Flowers

"I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming,
Monsters calling my name.
Let me stay,
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops, as they're falling, tell a story.

In my field of paper flowers,
And candy clouds of lullaby. (flowers)
I lie inside myself for hours,
And watch my purple sky fly over me. (flowers)

Don't say I'm out of touch
With this rampant chaos - your reality
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
The nightmare I built my own world to escape."

Imaginary (Evanescence)

Snape's Point of View.


She's not gone.

She's here, here with me.

I leaned against the tree trunk, a slight smile on my face. I closed my eyes, letting the light, windy breeze wash over my face as I assured myself.

"Sev!" Her beautiful voice rang out like a bell chiming in my dark world.

Her red hair, a fire-y tangle of a dozen roses, each one framing her elegant face, flowed gently behind her as she ran towards me.

Her beautiful olive skin, a perfect reminiscence of summertime, held a certain glow to it today, reminding you immediately of the sun.

She ran towards me, illuminating the area like a star in the night sky.

Her small, fragile body wrapped itself around mine and warmth and comfort flooded through my system. I could almost taste the sun on her skin as she embraced me.

My body sank against hers, loving the euphoric high she gave me.

But as she pulled away, the warmth disappeared, and the comfort dried up like a dead flower.

The sun had gone behind the clouds, taking it's light with it.

I shivered absentmindedly, my eyes fluttering open.

"No." I gasped as if someone had taken away all of my oxygen and I was left reaching and yearning for the unreachable.

She's gone.

She's never coming back.

She's dead.

My hands clenched at my sides, my fingernails digging deep into my pale skin.

"No!" I yelled, twisting and squirming under the dark, tall, oak tree.

"You're wrong!" I shouted, slamming my head back against the wood, my nails digging deeper.

I slammed my eyes close, imagining that warmth surrounding my body. Her beautiful aura lighting up the small area.

My hands unclenched at my sides and my body relaxed.

A small smile formed on my face as I ran my fingers through her beautiful hair.


She's not gone.

She's here, she's here with me.

In my field of paper flowers.


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