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Rootless.Tree · 06-20-2008, 02:33 PM

A Personal Journal belonging to
the Other Half

Hii, I'm Jayde & this is my second FF. It's quite different to my other one, which is There's Something About You.
I don't know where I'm going with this one, & I don't know how well I'll go with it either.
I don't even know if it'll work out. But, here's hoping. :]

Sunday, May 10th, 11:55pm

Love. Grief. Fate.
These three words are often taken out of context, often misused, misplaced.
I know of love. I know of grief. And I know of fate.

There are many versions of love.
One of them, interpersonal love, is the love between human beings.
This love exists between family, friends, couples.
I love my family, in a way words cannot explain.
For it is a love so pure, and so true, that nothing could ever break it.
In a way, it’s the same love that I feel towards my friends.
Often the words "I love you" are taken for granted.

Grief is the feeling of loss and anguish for the death of a loved one.
A pain that my family, my friends, and I know all to well.
For in a short period of time, we lost the ones that we loved.
We lost family members, and we lost our friends.

& fate, fate's the hardest to pinpoint of all.
Fate is used in regard to the finality of events that have worked themselves out.
Yet, how is it decided? In what way does it "work itself out"?
Somehow it was, and somehow it did.
And somehow the ones we love were taken from us by fate.

I miss my bother, I miss him immensely.
I miss the way we used to finish each others sentences.
The way our jokes seemed to always fall in line with each others thoughts.
People say that their "soul mate" is their other half.
Well, my other half was my brother,
Fred Weasley, whom we lost too soon.

I distinctly remember the pain that I felt as soon as my eyes hit Fred.
He was laying there, just laying there, peacefully, a smile etched upon his face.
I ran towards him, and time seemed to stop around me.
I kneeled down beside him, and layed my head upon his chest.
"Wake up," I yelled, shaking him violently, hot tears prickling at my face.
His smile didn't waver, I knew that that was it, that he was gone.
I am lost without him, a piece of myself has been torn away, a piece I will never get back.

06-20-2008, 02:33 PM	#1 (permalink)
Rootless.Tree Ethereal Crup Location: Wonderland. Join Date: Nov 2007 Posts: 2,156 Hogwarts RPG Name: Kiera Aurélie Everard Fourth Year	A Personal Journal belonging to the Other Half - Sa13+ A Personal Journal belonging to the Other Half Hii, I'm Jayde & this is my second FF. It's quite different to my other one, which is There's Something About You. I don't know where I'm going with this one, & I don't know how well I'll go with it either. I don't even know if it'll work out. But, here's hoping. :] Sunday, May 10th, 11:55pm Love. Grief. Fate. These three words are often taken out of context, often misused, misplaced. I know of love. I know of grief. And I know of fate. There are many versions of love. One of them, interpersonal love, is the love between human beings. This love exists between family, friends, couples. I love my family, in a way words cannot explain. For it is a love so pure, and so true, that nothing could ever break it. In a way, it’s the same love that I feel towards my friends. Often the words "I love you" are taken for granted. Grief is the feeling of loss and anguish for the death of a loved one. A pain that my family, my friends, and I know all to well. For in a short period of time, we lost the ones that we loved. We lost family members, and we lost our friends. & fate, fate's the hardest to pinpoint of all. Fate is used in regard to the finality of events that have worked themselves out. Yet, how is it decided? In what way does it "work itself out"? Somehow it was, and somehow it did. And somehow the ones we love were taken from us by fate. I miss my bother, I miss him immensely. I miss the way we used to finish each others sentences. The way our jokes seemed to always fall in line with each others thoughts. People say that their "soul mate" is their other half. Well, my other half was my brother, Fred Weasley, whom we lost too soon. I distinctly remember the pain that I felt as soon as my eyes hit Fred. He was laying there, just laying there, peacefully, a smile etched upon his face. I ran towards him, and time seemed to stop around me. I kneeled down beside him, and layed my head upon his chest. "Wake up," I yelled, shaking him violently, hot tears prickling at my face. His smile didn't waver, I knew that that was it, that he was gone. I am lost without him, a piece of myself has been torn away, a piece I will never get back. Last edited by Rootless.Tree : 06-23-2008 at 01:15 PM.