Like all the missing pieces of my heart,

they finally collide.

She can't help but smile when she reads a passage where, hermione is being so smart compared to both boys, ron and harry. she felt as if this brightest witch in the whole world was somehow part of her. as if they were siblings in a way, the way their hearts are bound to the wrong man at one time. then linger on one man that is completely obvious of her feelings. the though brings a light flush to her cheeks and a warmth that dwells in her stomach. it fluttered to pen veins, pulsing her hot and fire wielding blood. she lingers on one passage that sucks her out of her imaginary world. "Cinderella? Snow White? What's that? An illness?" it at some point did transpire this idea. those stories who bride young girls to think they would find their prince charming. nothing but lies, only created to give some hope to a better future, one so bleak. she can't help but sight, with a guilty smile. she had once thought the same, that a prince charming would be there at the finish line. she finally remark that she was absent, her silver eyes void of any light. until the soft growling of her pet brings her back to reality. her pitbull was merely growling as a squirrel comes closer. she chuckles a little while rewarding her dog with a few pats on the head. the dog well satisfied of her work and pats, returns to a slumbering state.

She thanked god for this dog, it had saved her life and surly she did the same in return. after leaving myth with her dad, he started to think again. he always said something about a woman he had met, telling and screaming that he was no good for her. that went on for a few months before he would just fall asleep. then her dad's perfect kid grew up into a more mature and young daughter. she wanted something she could not get, so to replace it she went and partied. one night things went so wrong, to the point she thought it would be her last breathe. men 3 of them, drunk and hitting on her. she had refused any of their advances, all she had wanted was to go home. they previously had been beating a dog, pure white with blue eyes at it stares at her. in that moment, the dog could see in her eyes the fear she tried to veil so pathetically. to the surprise of the men when she took out her fireman knife they backed away a few feet. they were drunk but she was more sober then them, except in her practices there wasn't so many adversaries. all tree started to circle her, she kept a watchful eye as best she could. the one in front faked a launch, hand held to stab him. one from behind locked her arms in his restraining her. she dropped the knife, when the first blow came to her lower ribs. she remembers she was the one screaming so loud, that it hurt her own ears. next thing she saw in a blur of street light was the dog standing up. she fell backwards and that was the end of her night, drunk laying in the back ally.

the next morning with a booming migraine already on the scene. a foreign tongue licked her face, constant and quite frankly it felt good. her eyes fluttered open to face the white dog, it whimpered then sat down. even though every bone and muscles that stretches with aching blues and burn with every movement. she hugged the dog so tight, he had saved her life, he had even though hurt made the bad guys go away. since then she called him Watson, and made a medal engraved with his name. she walked home, cleaned his wounds and went to the pet store. she talked to the trainer on place and well, since he was a pitbull she had to have a harness, a muzzle. she bought all this except well she left most of it in the car. he simply had his spiked collar and his chain leash. the corner of her lips bring a radiant smile before she returns to her book, enjoying the sun bath. it was't much later then a few seconds does a voice brings out her of her book. "This is...my territory......you cannot....be here....you have to ask." startled she jumped off the bench while spatting out. "The fuck is wrong with you, don't scare me like that" her voice rather shaky then hateful.

In this moment she would have preferred to run away, except her legs are solid on the ground. her eyes try to veil the surprise, the hurt and that old warm feeling in the pit of her body. she hated him, hated herself to have ever getting involved in a fling. everything had been at stake, her soul , mind and heart. she was stupid to have thought he had wanted her, to create something new. she was tired of deception, of lies and heart breaks she could no longer or want to fix. but most of all she pitied herself to have fallen for he bait. "I....remember you." she felt her pendant burn in between her cleavage more now. she missed his voice, even though it was bolder and stronger now that he to got older. her voice changes slightly, her British accent far more elaborate then it was back then . she wanted to turn away and deny the fact they knew each other. two years had passed and he had already somehow forgotten a piece of her, but she did also. she looks down to her hands, they clench in and out awkwardly. her silver eyes rises to meet his, locking in his emerald green ones. they reminded her of a forest, and a picture of his smile bring a stinging feeling to her eyes.

Watson, growls of protest are hushed by its owner, her hand staying linked to its head. she smiles, even though it show nothing but a forced action, hiding the immense sadness and turmoil that fights underneath such facade. her voice is rather calm when she finally lets her mouth part. "I remember you to tobi" she says. she wasn't sure if she was to go forward more or simply stay in the shadow and wait. to help in this awkward moment, she reaches into her blouse. plucking her pendant from where it nestle itself. she pulls it out and lets it drop against her chest, it bounced a few times before it settles itself. this gift ,a real antique ruby pendant was his gift to her. her gift to him had been her body to him, to escape everything and taste freedom and pleasure. if he still did not remember , she could always show her tattoo and her scar, the tattoo he had trance with soft electrifying fingers.



Watson - Emma's Pendant - Emma's right side tattoo

It's like I'm leaving all my past and silhouettes up on the wall.