Ron's POV
As I laid my eyes upon her dead body, a wave of recognition washed over me. It didn't take me long to piece together the puzzle and realize who she was. Memories from my childhood came rushing back, flooding my mind with a mix of emotions. I found myself yearning to extend the precious moments we shared, so I devised a plan to pretend that I was trying to solve the mystery of her identity. However, deep down, I must confess that my motives were driven by my own selfish desires.
let me tell you about the time I helped (Y/N) search for her lost toys. Picture this: (Y/N) was in a state of panic, frantically tearing through every nook and cranny of the house, desperately trying to find her beloved toys. And there I was, the brave "hero," ready to lend a hand. Now, let me set the scene for you. The house was a mess, like a tornado had just swept. Our mission? To find the teapot that had mysteriously disappeared. We searched high and low, turning the house upside down in our mission. She was convinced that the teapot had grown legs and run off on its own little escapade.
Corny as may it seem, but I never knew at a very young age, as young as six years old, I would fall in love with a clumsy girl. Now, I know what you're thinking. How can a six-year-old know what love is? Trust me, I had the same doubts. But there was something about this girl's clumsiness that had me head over heels. Maybe it was the way she tripped over her own two feet, or how she managed to spill juice on herself every single day. It was like watching a real-life comedy show, and I couldn't get enough. Our memories were legendary, filled with scraped knees, broken toys, and laughter that echoed through the neighborhood.
People would often stop and stare, wondering how two kids could find so much joy in the chaos.
Oh, let me tell you about the time that (Y/N) took a fall and injured her knee! It was a day filled with laughter and unexpected events. We were walking along, minding our own business, when suddenly, out of nowhere, she tripped on the most invisible obstacle known to mankind. There she was, gracefully gliding through the air like a majestic swan, only to crash-land on a thick wooden stick. There I was, minding my own business, when I noticed her staring at her knee like it held the secrets of the universe. I mean, who knew knees were so fascinating, right? But then, out of nowhere, she suddenly glanced in my direction and our eyes locked. Uh-oh, I thought, she knows that I know what just went down. And let me tell you, She burst into tears like her favorite ice cream flavor had been discontinued.
And if that wasn't dramatic enough, she wailed, "It's the end of the world! I'm dying!"
Now, I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure staring at her knee doesn't usually lead to the the end of the world. All I know is, this girl was convinced that her life was hanging by a thread, and that thread was her knee. In the end, I couldn't resist. I let out a laugh, which only made her cry even harder. Oops, my bad. But hey, if you're gonna make a scene about your knee, you better be prepared for a few giggles.
(Y/N) was in distress, and I knew I had to save the day. With lightning speed, I dashed towards her, my cape billowing heroically in the wind (okay, maybe it was just my hoodie, but let's go with the cape for dramatic effect). With the speed of a cheetah, I reached my house and grabbed the first aid kit. As I proudly held the kit in my hands, I couldn't help but feel like a superhero with a utility belt. I opened it up, ready to unleash my healing powers. With the precision of a "surgeon", I carefully cleaned her wound, making sure to rid it of any pesky germs.
She turned to me with a twinkle in her eye and spoke, "You have such beautiful eyes, Ron." Now, let me tell you, I mean, sure, I've been told I have eyes that could rival the shimmer of a thousand stars, but to hear it from her lips was like winning the lottery while riding a unicorn. My heart did a little happy dance, and I swear I could feel my cheeks turning a shade of red.
After that, she kissed me on the lips. Talk about catching me off guard... But before I could even process what had just happened, she took off like a bolt of lightning, sprinting back to her house. I stood there, dumbfounded, with my lips still tingling from the unexpected encounter.
It was like a romantic comedy unfolding before my very eyes, and I couldn't help but chuckle at the sheer absurdity of it all.
Ah, young love, you never fail to keep life interesting.
I was just trying to help her when suddenly my lips made contact with something soft and warm. I couldn't believe it - it was my first kiss! I mean, talk about unexpected surprises, right? It was like my lips had a mind of their own and decided to go on a spontaneous adventure without consulting the rest of me. And let me tell you, it was quite the revelation. I stood there, dumbfounded, touching my own lips
I muttered to myself, "Shit, that was my first kiss." there I was, lying in bed like a sleep-deprived zombie, unable to catch a wink of shut-eye. You know, the kind of night where your mind decides to throw a wild party and your eyelids are the bouncers, refusing entry to any hint of sleep. Obviously, my brain had other plans. It decided to take a detour into the the world of delusion, where thoughts of a certain kiss began to dance around like foolish little fairies.
I know to myself that It wasn't some imaginary kiss that I conjured up in my sleep-deprived state. No, no. This was a real, bona fide, lip-locking that had taken place in the not-so-distant past. But why, oh why, did my mind choose this precise moment to replay that moment? Was it trying to torture me?
At first, I was thinking about the wedding we were going to have... I am aware that I am too young to be concerned with such matters; nonetheless, I will never be able to forget the expression on her face when I helped her clean her wound. I also pictured already living my life with her, and the thought of it made me not want her to ever leave my life. In the end, I came up with the strategy of letting her know how I really feel about her.
So there I was, the next day, ready to start on my grand mission of confessing my feelings to her. I had rehearsed my lines a thousand times in front of the mirror, making sure I had the perfect balance of charm and vulnerability. This was it, the moment of truth. I was determined to win her over, no matter whatever it takes.
I was, standing in our backyard; I spotted the most beautiful flowers, just begging to be plucked and showed. With a sly smile I snatched them up, knowing they would add that extra touch of charm to my ensemble. Next came the hair. Oh, the hair. It had a mind of its own, always deciding to misbehave at the most inconvenient times. But not today... Today, I tamed those rebellious locks into submission, coaxing them into a perfect coiffure that would make even Rapunzel jealous.
And then, the moment of truth arrived. The shirt. There I was, standing in front of the mirror, giving myself one last once-over. I mean, I had to make sure I was looking absolutely fantastic. With a deep breath, I began practicing the words that were about to escape my lips. It was like a secret chanting, a magical spell that would surely captivate anyone who dared to listen. I mean, who wouldn't be enthralled by my vocabulary and charm? As I rehearsed, I couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence coursing through my veins.
As I opened the front door and stepped outside, a wave of confidence washed over me. Without hesitation, I found myself making my way towards our special spot, the place where we would always meet and play. I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, as I waited for her to arrive. The minutes turned into hours, but I couldn't bring myself to leave. Time seemed to stretch on endlessly, each passing second feeling like an eternity. The world around me faded into I couldn't contain my impatience any longer, so I made my way to her house. As I looked into the distance, my eyes were immediately drawn to the pulsing sight of flashing lights. The vibrant hues of red and blue in the darkness, captivating my attention.
As I approached, my heart raced with nervousness. The sight that greeted me was a scene straight out of a crime scene. Police cars, their flashing lights casting an eerie glow, were scattered chaotically around the perimeter of the house. It was clear that something terrible had taken place here. I stood frozen in shock as I watched the bodies being carried out of (Y/N)'s house. The bouquet of flowers slipped from my trembling hands, scattering petals across the ground.
The bodies lay there, shrouded in a somber silence. The sight was haunting, and I couldn't help but wonder if she was among them. The covers concealed their identities, leaving me unable to discern whether she was a part of this tragic tableau or not. The once peaceful atmosphere was now shattered, replaced by an eerie silence that hung heavy in the air. Time seemed to stand still as I tried to comprehend the tragedy that had unfolded within those walls. The world around me faded into the background as my mind raced, searching for answers that seemed to trouble me.
The sight was haunting, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of shock and sorrow wash over me. It was as if time stood still, and the weight of the situation settled heavily upon my shoulders. My body moved on its own as I reached out to grab the warning tapes, a sudden force gripped my wrist, halting my movement. It was a firm grip, preventing me from carrying out what I wanted to do.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency as I desperately needed to know what was happening. The question that consumed my thoughts was whether or not (Y/N) was still alive. The uncertainty pulled at me, driving me to seek answers. Even if she's alive or not, I yearned to witness her lifeless body and express my love for her. It was a longing to confess my love and declare my unwavering commitment to spend the rest of my days by her side.
It was a moment filled with irony. There I was, gathering the courage to confess my deepest feelings to her, ready to declare that I wanted to spend the rest of my days by her side. But fate had a different plan in store for me.
I picked up the flowers once more, with a heavy heart, I made my way back to our treasured meeting place, the very spot where we would gather and lose ourselves in playful adventures. I tightly gripped onto the delicate stems of the flower, feeling their fragility in my hands. With careful precision, I lowered them down, gently placing them on the moist soil surrounding the roots of the tree. As I took my seat, a single tear escaped my eye, betraying the emotions swirling within me. My heart skipped a beat as I glanced to my side and saw her sitting there, right beside me.
Maybe I'm imagining things?
I found myself slipping into the familiar grip of delusion once more. I couldn't help but think about the kiss she had given me. It had taken me completely by surprise, leaving me both thrilled and longing for more. The memory of her soft lips against mine lingered in my mind, and I knew that I couldn't let it go unanswered. I wanted to show her just how much that simple act had meant to me. It wasn't just as I reflect on the events that unfolded, I can't help but feel a heavy weight of regret settle upon my shoulders. The realization hits me like a ton of bricks - I was too late. I find myself consumed by uncertainty, questioning the very existence of her being. The thought of her, once so vivid and alive in my mind, now feels like a distant memory. I am left wondering if she's still alive or not. I raised my eyes towards the night sky, In a moment of hopelessness, I couldn't help but let out a resounding cry, my voice echoing into the darkness. "Was I too late?"
I couldn't contain my emotions any longer as I let out an overwhelming shout into the night sky. "If fate allows, if you're still out there, I promise to search the world until I find you. And when that moment comes, I will return the kiss you gave me."