Elements: Water

I’ve been trying to upload this since a really long time. But internet fails every time! Anyway, here’s the fifth part! I’m going to miss this so much. There’s only two more!

               Title: Cliché
               Element: Water

It was a little bit cliché, most love stories are. It was raining so hard, she could barely hear the whispers in the corridors anymore. Enticed by the smell of fresh grass, she decided to take the day off. Homework could wait. It was her day, and she decided to dance in the rain.

He sat at the window, reading. The rain sliding off the window, making his dark room darker, and shabbier. He held the black coffee mug. It sent shivers down his spine. He accidently dropped the cup, spilling coffee all over his light blue jeans. He looked up to realize that the rain was now pouring harder than ever. He put aside the book, for the first time in hours.

She quickly changed into a flowing white dress, her favourite kind. Her fiesty red hair, now open, her charm bracelet tucked away in the safety of her trunk. The hard beating of the rain inviting her. She couldn’t believe she was doing it. After five years, finally. She giggled at the thought of it.

He quickly changed into a black shirt and cotton pants. His hair as disheveled as ever. His spectacles lopsided. He was done waiting, it was today. The day he’d remember as the day he let go. The day he danced in the rain.

She ran like Satan was following her. After a few minutes, of jumping, hooping and running on the Quidditch Pit, she stopped and took a deep breath. Suddenly she had the urge to laugh. So she broke out, laughing like she hadn’t laughed in ages.

He casually walked to the place where he’d go. The place where he can be himself, fly above anybody else. Slowly gaining speed, he closed his eyes and ran. By the time he heard the laugh, it was too late for him to stop. He ran right into her and both of them toppled over, right into the ground.

She opened her eyes, her voice stuck in her throat.

He opened his eyes to find a ball of red hair, which he recognized to be hers.

“James,” she whispered, barely hearing herself.

“Lily?” he answered, unsure.

“Yes,” she said. “YES!”

“What?” he said, now confused.

“Yes. I’ll go out with you,” she said.

Because sometimes, you have to give in and do what you want to do.

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About TheBlackWallflower

I'm just your average unique person. I love to read and write (no surprises there, eh?) and think a lot. I adore Rowling and think Harry Potter should be a religion. I also hate pink. I love fluff generally because it makes me feel intelligent and I love poetry because it makes me feel different. (yes, references.) I'm married to Sirius Black. So I sign myself as The Bitch alarmingly often. Oh, and I love Mr. Darcy. And Jo Longo. And Chandler Bing. And Sherlock. (Yes, I'm a fantard.) And in case you want to drop in a good, or a critical word, feel free to email me: theblackwallflower@gmail.com OR, follow me on Twitter: @WallflowerBlack Enough with the babble. OkBye. View all posts by TheBlackWallflower

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