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*Blaise sighs, laying back on his bed, his bag landing with a thump on the floor. After a couple of minutes he sits up and pulls his History of Magic notes out. Unrolling them, he smiles slightly.
All over the paper, between and next to his notes, are tiny pictures of flowers. And one name, writen over and over. Ophelia. Malfoy had looked over and raised an eyebrow and smirked, but Blaise didn't care.
He sighs again, and lays back down, holding the paper to his chest. He misses her. He misses her so much. He wants to return to her, but he doesn't know how. He looks over at his trunk. Sitting in the bottom of it is a block of ice that won't melt. He really wants to look at it, but he knows his roommates will ask questions. Or maybe they won't.
Curling up in a ball, Blaise closes his eyes. He hasn't been sleeping well, due to the returning nightmares. He imagines her touch on his forehead, her lips on his cheek, her everything else... A tear runs down his cheek.*
"I miss you."
*Blaise sighs, laying back on his bed, his bag landing with a thump on the floor. After a couple of minutes he sits up and pulls his History of Magic notes out. Unrolling them, he smiles slightly.
All over the paper, between and next to his notes, are tiny pictures of flowers. And one name, writen over and over. Ophelia. Malfoy had looked over and raised an eyebrow and smirked, but Blaise didn't care.
He sighs again, and lays back down, holding the paper to his chest. He misses her. He misses her so much. He wants to return to her, but he doesn't know how. He looks over at his trunk. Sitting in the bottom of it is a block of ice that won't melt. He really wants to look at it, but he knows his roommates will ask questions. Or maybe they won't.
Curling up in a ball, Blaise closes his eyes. He hasn't been sleeping well, due to the returning nightmares. He imagines her touch on his forehead, her lips on his cheek, her everything else... A tear runs down his cheek.*
"I miss you."