Morning
By A-Chan Yuy

ANs: This is a spontaneous piece of writing, and probably not to my usual standards, but it's something interesting no? I can see the images right before my eyes... I'm facing a very minute Writer's Block, just a tad.

It's probably not as great as most of the fics popping up on this ML as of late, and this seems more of a finished drabble than a ficlet. LOL I haven't published any fics in any fandom for maybe a few months/a year, so I'm not too sure. But enjoy anyways! (Sorry for Ron dying here...)

Best listened with Silverchair's Emotion Sickness and Ana's Song in the background. ;)

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Sometimes I watch and listen to the wailing moans of the wind, so dark and dusky on a night such like this, and ponder upon the last decisions you made with me.

About us.

I can remember the taste of your scent lingering on my skin, as your tongue explored the nape of my neck, those hands pawing me all over...gingerly like I was yours to keep.

I can still feel the fire burning within you, waiting for me to live inside you like a parasite I am.

I claw and burn and cling, and I am a source of torture.

I lay feeble as your kisses take over, and I remember no more.

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The sun rises, and I begin to wonder.

'Just let it all go...'

Blood pools around my very existance, and the memory drives me wild.

I hear the screams of pain that emitted from my throat the night before, the flashing of the green light as you push into me and we release.

I heard you whispering to me that I'd be better in the morning.

It's morning, and I heard you mouthing against my skin, Avada Kedevra, and kissing me as my soul left, and the green light invaded.

It's morning.

I'm waiting.

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