Love is painful. There is pain, pain and more pain.
But it doesn't stop her. It doesn't stop her from pounding on his door in tears asking what happened. It doesn't stop her from saying that whatever he needs, whoever he needs her to be that she'll be it.
She'll be quite, she'll be loud. She'll be what he needs, she'll be everything if he just gives them another try.
He is her fairytale. He is her prince who saved the world and came back for her. She was the girl, she was the girl that sat and waited patiently. The girl who held her own while she waited for him. She did everything that she was supposed to.
Ginny was the girl but somehow she didn't end up with the boy.
And it doesn't make sense. None of it makes sense because this isn't how the fairytale goes.
Her knees are pulled up to her chest as she sits on the small bench. She can't remember how long it's been since she moved but she doesn't think she can move anyway so it doesn't matter.
"Ginny?"
For one second she thinks that it's him. For one second she believes that he's come to save her again but it's not him.
"Ginny?"
"Go away, Neville." Her voice is scratchy from all of her crying.
He sits down.
"Neville."
He stays seated and for some reason it makes her lip tremble. It makes fresh tears fall from her eyes and her head drop to his shoulder.
"How did it all go so wrong?"
He lifts his arm and wraps it around her shaking shoulders, tucking her into his side.
"Sometimes you can want something so bad, Gin, sometimes you can want it so bad but it doesn't make a difference."
She snuggles into his side. For the first time she thinks that she can move. She feels safe and for some reason his thumb rubbing circles into her side makes her feel wanted.
"I just wanted him to love me."
"I know Ginny, I know."
She doesn't see the small tear run down his cheek or the look on his face. Neville knows exactly how Ginny feels because he's not the boy and never has been.
What We Want
But it doesn't stop her. It doesn't stop her from pounding on his door in tears asking what happened. It doesn't stop her from saying that whatever he needs, whoever he needs her to be that she'll be it.
She'll be quite, she'll be loud. She'll be what he needs, she'll be everything if he just gives them another try.
He is her fairytale. He is her prince who saved the world and came back for her. She was the girl, she was the girl that sat and waited patiently. The girl who held her own while she waited for him. She did everything that she was supposed to.
Ginny was the girl but somehow she didn't end up with the boy.
And it doesn't make sense. None of it makes sense because this isn't how the fairytale goes.
Her knees are pulled up to her chest as she sits on the small bench. She can't remember how long it's been since she moved but she doesn't think she can move anyway so it doesn't matter.
"Ginny?"
For one second she thinks that it's him. For one second she believes that he's come to save her again but it's not him.
"Ginny?"
"Go away, Neville." Her voice is scratchy from all of her crying.
He sits down.
"Neville."
He stays seated and for some reason it makes her lip tremble. It makes fresh tears fall from her eyes and her head drop to his shoulder.
"How did it all go so wrong?"
He lifts his arm and wraps it around her shaking shoulders, tucking her into his side.
"Sometimes you can want something so bad, Gin, sometimes you can want it so bad but it doesn't make a difference."
She snuggles into his side. For the first time she thinks that she can move. She feels safe and for some reason his thumb rubbing circles into her side makes her feel wanted.
"I just wanted him to love me."
"I know Ginny, I know."
She doesn't see the small tear run down his cheek or the look on his face. Neville knows exactly how Ginny feels because he's not the boy and never has been.