❛ WHO IS SHE? ❜
dulcet tones and sweet smiles, she had always been the embodiment of the flaxen sun, coming in heavy thickets, for she had always been enamoured with the idea of eternal happiness that refused to cease under the order of one calloused man. she was the clueless little girl they had all claimed to be and being unbeknownst of the potential tragedies that had loomed over their heads like a thick blanket could be cataclysmic, or deadly if one had to be a pessimist. the world had always been volatile, clandestine souls could be caught far too quickly into the storm that had awaited the right time to mark down on innocent people. she had been a mystery, of sorts, enthused with the idea of ignoring the problem that edged closer until she had a reason not to. her heart had been stitched together by the soft rosebud petals, exhaling floral scents and eyelashes threaded with pollen, a sanguine tragedy is what she had been.
chaos would only ensue if her unrelenting want of denying the return of the abnormally cruel man who vowed to end people alike her continued forth. she had ensured potential anarchy denying his return, she had been playing a dangerous game. there hadn't been room in the cruel world she walked upon for a girl who had honey scented words and sweetness trailing in her wake. the world would only swallow a girl like her, destined to a shortened life and savoured youth from the golden thread she was spun from. she had been the girl who had risen from wilted rosebuds, ruination birthing the thought to be daft girl and sculpting her into a light of faux hope for the future.
a girl like her was doomed in war.
© SOFIA 2017
( HARRY POTTER SERIES
RON WEASLEY x OC
BOOK I OF III. )