Haunted

HAUNTED....A Girl's Lament

By biggerstaffbunch

*Ginny/Harry*

His eyes haunt me.

My every thought is held claim by a dark, intense, thoughtful gaze that sears itself into my brain. Though I clamp my eyes shut tight and hold my shivering body close, it does no good; he is everywhere. When he brushes past me, I feel the place he grazed smolder. Every sense is heightened; I smell his cologne tickle my nose, I feel the warmth of his skin, and I hear his deep and even breathing. I taste the sweetness of love, and I drink in the sight of his charming smile.

His words haunt me.

I cannot explain it, yet he feels like a part of me. It's impossible to escape his presence, his voice, the deep ache that lingers in the pit of my stomach when he's gone. Nor can I ignore his stare, for it brands my soul and leaves a mark that ravages my very being. He chances a look towards my way and my body is on fire. Tingles reach from the tips of my toes to the pads of my fingers.

His presence haunts me.

My world used to be cold, so cold that the chill seeped under my skin and wrapped itself taut around bone. The air was gray and grim, and I was trapped in a world that only knew hopelessness and rejection. Like a bomb, he exploded into my barren existence and filled it with heat and new sensation. My frigid form could feel again. He made my world new. And yet, he brings with him a familiar hurt.

His soul haunts me.

To the outside world he is ordinary. A bit eccentric, maybe. Even a little odd at times, but for the most part he doesn't look different. Tall, handsome, athletic...every mothers dream son. He is looked upon as nothing more than regular. He could never be regular. His facade of commonness is impressive, an illusion so great I am almost fooled. Yet his defining feature, the very thing that holds such magnetism betrays him. You see, I can penetrate through his ruse. There are secrets lying dormant beneath his decievinglydisarming eyes. There are emotions, wishes, desires, and dreams that are hidden deep within him. I can see hints of things to come lurking heavy with meaning in an innocent glance of his forest moss eyes.

His unreachabilityhaunts me.

And yet, what kills me is my inability to get close. He turns and for that one fraction of a second, I think I see beyond the barrier. But it's not to be. I am granted instead a run-of-the-mill glance. It is a quick flash of recognition and then- nothing. There is just falsity and games. I keep on chasing while he continues to run. And if it's possible, I love him more as he rejects me. Why is that? Why does he make my muscles spasm and my heart literally flutter and thrum? I can only guess, for he'll never be mine.

He haunts me.