you're like a star in the sky, love

-and I can never reach you. - LeeKatie


She never believed him.

Believe that boy, with those blinding white teeth, commentator's voice, and crazy dreads? The one who got a tarantula to cause a stir, when really he'd told her one night (late, late, when it was just him, and her and the fire's waning flames) that he had a dog; he missed his dog. She smiled over her yearning heart and shook her head at him, avoiding the punch line, the ridicule.

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He never was good with girls.

Or at least not with her, all razor sharp gazes and gobsmacked look as she zooms by with the Quaffle. Who could blame him for standing in awe of her? It was so much easier- (safer actually but he doesn't admit it because he's one of those boys who get detention and hangs with the twins and he doesn't do safety) to flirt and laugh like nothing matters, like she's just some pretty girl and nothing more.

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She didn't listen and now he's in her arms with those brown eyes looking straight at her, but they're cold and so is he. His last whisper fades into the night

-that's when she knows she won't get another chance.

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And one night he sobers up over the firewhiskey and he's is scared, so so scared because he's a laugh it off boy and he doesn't do commitment. Then he thinks maybe he could handle it for her.

But it's not about him is it? He knows that as he races in front of the beam of blinding green light. It's never been about him and even as he whispers

"I love you"

-he knows he's never had a chance