Do hearts break from just one look? Because she felt hers break into a million pieces. Does the sun cry? Because she felt tears coming from her eyes. Does the world ever stop spinning? Because even...
I pray for the love that's fallen from grace
I'm left with all these feelings but nothing fills the space
Of the love that once was, that's fallen from grace
The first time he ever looked into her eyes, he thought the sun rose in them. That’s why he always called her his sunshine. She was his only passion, the beacon of light in a world where darkness seemed to be never-ending without dawn. When all the weight on his shoulders threatened to take him down, a smile from her was all it took to get him up again. She was there to support him and he didn’t even have to ask. She stood by his side and never asked anything in return. And in the end he learned the sun didn’t rise in her eyes. She was the sun. And his home.
The first time she held him in her arms she felt the earth move in her hands. And the world seemed to be spinning for him. All the stars aligned and positioned around his face whenever he looked at her. And the silvery glow of his hair was the moon that shone down on him. His eyes, to others so cold, heated her on the inside and ignited a fire in her, bigger than she thought she was capable of. He gave her all his good, his bad and his in between and she knew him for who he really was. She saw the face behind the paint, the person beneath the mask and she knew he was worth it. He was the Earth. And her home.
When their joy filled the Earth they thought it would last and last. But nothing lasts forever. Lately when she looked at him, she would find the sky above him empty. No stars that would look down on him. Not even the moon would illuminate his face as it always did. And when he looked down into her eyes, lately, instead of the bright sun he saw a light so weak he sometimes doubted it was even there. He had left his home.
But today he would come back again, today he would return home. She had been looking forward to it for so many days, weeks and years, but finally that day had come. Too long hadn’t she looked into his eyes, too long hadn’t she held him. She wondered if he would see the love she had for him, if once again she could feel the earth move when she held him. She wondered how much had changed in the years he had been gone.
She knew the last time she had seen him that things hadn’t been the same. They had long left the days of old glory behind, when she had meant the world to him and he had meant the world to her. But she never stopped caring. Even if the fire in her eyes had been dimmed and her smile had weakened, she never stopped loving him. He was hers, her blood, her flesh, her soul. How could she ever not care?
He had always considered her to be the sun. The stars and the moon were her gifts and he was blessed to live in her day. Never had she condemned him, judged him like others had. She had only loved. When his father demanded things from him she knew he could never give, she was the one who had protected him. She had left the walls of her safe home to build him his own walls that would keep him unharmed. He had never thanked her for that. How he wished he had.
Blood red roses, snow white daisies and purple orchids. The three flowers he used to bring her, sometimes plucked, but more often bought; she had ordered the House Elves to place them in the entire manor. She wanted him to feel at home and at ease. She wanted to make herself feel at home and at ease. The memory of how they used to be, spread through the house as it was filled with flowers. How they’d hold hands and stroll through the garden, how his smile had warmed all her bones, how his eyes shone. How he had changed…
With every passing year a part of him had broken down. Each year that was added to his life, had taken away a piece of his happiness. Every year he had lived through, had taken away parts of his smile. Each year had taken some of his good and had turned it bad. She had been there to witness it all, a silent bystander, for there was nothing she could’ve done to stop it.
Perhaps now it could be just like the old times. Just her and him, existing in their own little bubble, creating their own happiness and never letting their smiles waver. If only they could go back to that. Back to how it used to be. Back to when the sun rose in her eyes and the earth moved in her hands.
A House Elf appeared in the doorway and for a moment all time stood still. She stood motionless, her heart not even beating, her lungs not even breathing. But then reality came back to her. She knew he was with the House Elf, she knew her son was there. When the Elf stepped inside the room, her son came in with it. They stood silently next to each other, the House Elf and her son.
The first time he looked into her eyes, he saw the sun rise in them. She was the sun. The first time she held him she felt the Earth move in her hands. He was her Earth. They thought their joy would last and last. But nothing lasts forever.
She walked forward, trembling slightly, her eyes never leaving him. Then she bent over and took him in her arms, the urn that contained his ashes, all that was left of her son.
She stared at him and she knew he stared back. Do hearts break from just one look? Because she felt hers break into a million pieces. Does the sun cry? Because she felt tears coming from her eyes. Does the world ever stop spinning? Because even though she held him in her arms, she did not feel the Earth moving.