The Day After

It was so simple. We were friends for the longest time. Like the light and the dark. Perfect, I was the good one, the beautiful one; she bore the screams of darkness in her heart and the evil on her face, half-loved and half-lived. Ron loved me and I loved him that was the first mistake.

It had been so simple. He was my first love and most likely my first true love and maybe my future husband. She loved him too. I could tell, since she dressed up in nice robs. She became the beautiful dark. She played amazingly with the fire of Ron's heart; he never loved her, she knew yet she continued her game of cat and mouse.

I fought back just as much and became the beautiful earth bound angel. He loved me and I knew yet I played with his heart to prove I was better. Our friendship broke and mended. Ron was no longer the problem, my beauty, oh, how she envied my beauty. She was always the second best. She never was good enough to be chosen, never good enough for love.

I never noticed it; I still haven't quite seen the whole picture yet. My friends came and went. I gather around more boys, Ron, Harry, Seamus, Dean, and Draco. She became enraged that I stopped talking to her, she started it first. I even told her, she agreed. Her alone time became longer and her other friend more. I soon got jealous and our friendship faded. We became acquaintances. We even saw the fire of hate in the other's eyes.

Soon before I realized it I became to busy for her. Always with someone else, something else was to be done first before her and I didn't care. I didn't lift a finger to stop her anger, her insults it soon became nothing to me, as did she.

What now? What now that I see her smiling with someone else, how can I be apart of it? What now, now that she has someone in her arms to love and I want to know them. What now that words no longer bridge our differences. What now?

Yesterday was the end of our friend and today is the day after.