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Date Posted: 20:18:38 05/27/02 Mon
Author: ginny weasley
Subject: ...and finally the silence that is louder then the noise...
In reply to: Harry Potter 's message, "And the sattire that follows of human farce and folly..." on 16:58:27 05/27/02 Mon

�and ginny faces the absolute reassurance of being with him, just being near him and not anything in addition, nothing extra. the remainder of what ensued, happened devoid of her. the initial instant she was tranquil and passive, and the next she discovered herself clutching a wilted boy, the language of the wounded humming through her ears. her head twirls nauseatingly as she dreadfully endeavors to catch up with time and discover what went mistaken, what she performed to obtain this horrifying anguish within her, and yet she recognizes, she knows that in order for harry to endure, she has to someway place the whole thing back in position, even if it was inescapable that she had to abandon all and whichever possibility that she could have boasted with harry. one way or another prevent the fluid from overloading the cup because of the ice cub that streaked indoors without forewarning. with all of this coursing through her cranium, ginny bounds to her feet and lopes after the escapee, disregarding the screeching within her that advises her that she doesn�t need to nuisance herself with healing the bond, that she could perchance have harry to herself. she recognizes now, further then ever before, that it would not happen, by no means would arise, and wasn�t destined to begin in the first place. the consideration freezes her and she determinedly persists, howling out hermione�s name urgently. she no longer cares how pitiable she appears, and the distortion of her foot as she staggers on an invisible article lingers unobserved, overlooked. �we didn�t do anything! he was comforting me because he�s the only one who seems to care! i could never love him like you do, hermione. i only want him as a friend�and as his friend i cannot stand to see him suffer, and as your friend i cannot stand to see you suffer. just don�t act hastily�the world is made up of�deception�don�t be part of that mirage.� her voice explodes and she moans, declining into hush and to the sand ground, not troubling to glance up to see if the girl perceived the noise of her voice or if her utterance went unnoticed or not even heard.

while probing her foot in inactive inquisitiveness, suffering through the feeling of being emotionally anesthetized, she can�t evade but reflect to herself terms of abandon. i have worked so hard and gone through so much to find a sense of peace, and the moment i do, i look up only to find myself where i started�back on the cold bottom, but this time i�m not going to try to climb up again. i�ve given up on the remains of humanity�nothing matters anymore. nothing at all.

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