One-Hundred-Eighteen: As the Music Dies

We Belong Together

Try as I might
I’m a fool in a losing fight
Can’t escape the bullet’s bite
Cuz the enemy’s inside.

Music carried through the air like a magical symphony awaiting for the violins and clairnet to chime in. The orchestra didn’t appear to be whole. It was so beautiful; yet, there was a piece missing. A piece so critical that without it, the whole arrangment would fall apart. My heart ached for him to return. There wasn’t anyone else that could fill the void. Harry was trying his best, but even that was growing tired and old. I wanted to call that off but I was afraid of what he may resort to, so I must keep the facade going.

I sat beside Harry distantlly. Small talk and fake smiles was on the agenda.

“I went to Ireland the other day. It was very green.” I forced myself to say.

“Really? Never been. Sounds nice though. Why did you go?” Harry asked taking my hand.

“A banshee in the family.” I sounded bored. As time passed slowly, I was beginning to realize what I must do. “Harry…I don’t think we are working out. I miss Zeke too much. It’s just not the same. My feelings for him run deep, ya know? Besides you have Hermione. All of this sneaking around is making my head hurt!” I complained.

He sat there for a minute and finally blinked. “We’ve been avoiding this for awhile, haven’t we? The tournament is approaching us, and I do have Hermione to consider. Piastol already broke her heart. I’d hate to do the same. I guess we can remain friends, right?” He smiled. “I promise I won’t go crazy on you.” He laughed as I did the same.

“I’m glad you understand!” I said giving him a hug. “I’m super excited for Zeke to be returning. It has to be soon!” I squealed. Things felt better between Harry and I already. “I mean I have missed him!”

Harry looked up at me and planted his lips upon mine. “Sorry..one last time, I promise. I still think we had something worth fighting but right now we have obligations and other lives.”

I nodded at him. I could feel his pain but I couldn’t do this anymore. My mind was on Kaden. “It’s okay, Harry. Hermione will take care of you, and as a friend, so will I. This tournament will be a breeze for you and me both. I’m not even worried about it. I don’t want to participate in it but I know you do. I have to go.”

So I left him there in shambles.

Sign on the dotted line
Take your pick
Have a bite
When seduction starts
I know it won’t stop
Till I give you the things
I can’t deny

I sat curled up on the window pane looking out in the Ravenclaw Commonroom. My legs were pressed up against my chest. I sat there thinking, knowing what was missing in my symphony. I laid my head down on top of my knees. I closed my eyes for a minute. I could hear his voice in my ears, calling me and edging me to turn around.

I felt cold hands touch my shoulder. I didn’t bother looking up. I had to be imaging things. I could hear his voice in my head, still so clear.

“Kaden!” I cried out, tears streaming down my face. I fogged the window with my breath and drew a heart. “I miss you….” I said as I ran my fingers down the glass, wiping the new heart away.

I felt the window crick as I opened my eyes. “You don’t have to anymore,” Someone whispered in my ear. “Never again.”

My body grew limp as I collapsed on the body infront of me. “Zeke? I missed you. You sound so different!” I exclaimed.

“No…it’s me. Kaden!” He wrapped his arms around me. I hugged him back, tightly. One Shadow brother was all the comfort I needed right now.

“Where’s Zeke?” I asked, but the answer was already there. Standing casually against the door frame was my love. I jumped up and ran over to him, and jumped in his arms.

“Zeke! I missed you so much!” I squealed. I looked back at Kaden. “I’m glad to see that you’re doing okay too! Where’s ‘Tasia?”

“She almost got us killed by some guy.” Kaden said. “It’s okay though. i’m glad to be back here…safe and sound and with my best-friend.” He walked over to us and we made a circle with our head and arms. I smiled.

You’ve got me wrapped up in your cancer
But I’m not quite what you thought I’d be
{You really got a hold on me
You really got a hold and its feelin’ good.
You really got control of me
I should’ve gotten out when I thought I could}.