Hello.

You blinked at me as if you didn't recognize me.

You were wearing a suit, ready to go home for the holidays, just about to step on the train.

I had no where to go.

I only came to the station to see you.

You licked your lip, hello.

I regret coming.

This was stupid.

I smiled lightly, have a Happy Christmas, Malfoy.

Your brows furrowed as you peered down at me.

What were you debating?

You too.

Oh.

Fair enough.

I'd cut you off, I should've expected the same in return.

Nodding, I leave.

The tick tick tick of my heels falling on deaf ears of the crowd around me.

This was stupid.

Why do I keep trying?

Love isn't all I'm fit for, I'm sure of it.

I could be anything I wanted.

The world was mine for the taking.

I could travel and research and study and -

Ophelia?

Your hand caught my arm.

The snow clung to your sharp features.

You looked like ice that would burn if touched too intimately.

I stared up at you like an idiot.

Was my admiration so noticeable?

How could I resist? I had my own statue of David right in front of me.

Abraxas.

Pardon?

Call me Abraxas.

Were you blushing or was it the icy wind kissing your cheeks?

I missed saying your name.

I know I'm an eagle, but the song bird inside of me was thrumming with the ache to sing it.

Abraxas.

It was sweet on my tongue.

You still held my arm.

The train whistle blew like a siren.

Doors were shutting.

You'll miss it.

I don't mind.

I bit my lip. He probably already informed you.

I broke up with Riddle.

The look on his face when I uttered we're done would be painted in my mind forever.

The boy who hid himself so well cracked for a moment when he realized someone didn't want him.

I saw the boy in him at that moment.

The lost boy.

He'd be lost forever.

You appeared equally as stunned and I laughed.

I hadn't laughed in ages.

You broke up with Riddle? How?

I'm not on his leash.

This has been our longest conversation.

Can't life be like this forever?

The train whistle blew.

You'll miss it.

You paused, your head tilting.

Hair falling in waves of silk.

Come with me.

Yes nearly ruptured itself from my lungs.

I stopped.

I remembered you falling.

Why should I?

Your lips parted as if to say a prayer, but you too, stopped.

Say it.

Just say it.

Say it and I'll come with you. I'll forget all the pain you cut into me. I'll forget the noose of seaweed you so relentlessly tie around my throat.

Say you want me and I'll be there.

You shook your head.

Have a Happy Christmas, Ophelia.

And you left.

That night I felt like jumping into the Black Lake.

I wanted it to freeze over above my head.

I wanted it to trap me.

Why do I make things so difficult?

I could've gone with you the moment you asked me.

But would I be happy?

I'm so lonely.

Curled up in my bed, running my fingers along the silk that I wish was your hair.

The dormitory was empty.

I was always the only one here.

  Rocking myself, I muttered your song on my lips.

  Sometimes it felt that I was only worth what you acquitted me to.

  Imagine how I felt when you ignored me.

  Ranging from the divine to the mud that tainted my veins. 

  Will I always be stuck here?

  Longing for what I cannot have?

  I could scream it and the universe would still tell me no, go sit down and be thankful for what you've got.

  But if I rub my fingers together all that remains is ash.

  Nature wasn't to blame. It was terrifying but it wasn't evil.

  Evil was in the hands of Man, and they loved playing with it.

  Perhaps this is for the best.

  Are you getting over me, Abraxas?

  I commanded you to be kind to yourself.

  I didn't think that meant getting rid of me.

  Perhaps I'm more poisonous than I thought.

  You know, I've always considered you the snake. After all this time, I've realized how truly wrong I've been.

  Perhaps I was ignoring it on purpose.

  You my darling are a dragon.

  You protect precious metals and obsess over all that is beautiful in the world with an inferno of your own desire.

  Who am I to try to infiltrate?

  Posed as some gilded deity for you to worship.

  I should've known you'd be able to tell it was faux right from the start.

  Your fire is finally melting my resolve.

  I'm so lonely.

  There was a tap on the window, startling me into a scream.

  It was your owl.

  I nicked the rolled parchment from its beak.

  Come with me, the letter read.

  Damn you.

  I wanted to throw myself out of the window as I found myself packing a trunk.