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Post by jude whitby on Mar 19, 2009 13:03:09 GMT -5
She loved him. He couldn't speak or move. He had know that she did, it was rather obvious. Still, it some how chocked him. It was odd, they barely knew each other, but Jude knew they weren't just saying it. He had never told anyone that he loved them before, not even when thanking anyone or complimenting them, he didn't do that. And he was sure that Cynthia's words had been sincere as well. It seemed bizarre that it was only about ten hours ago that he had first walked into the pub, and met Cynthia. Of course he had seen her on Hogwarts before and always found her easy on the eyes, but he was younger than her and at that time, as much as he didn't like to admit it, he hadn't understood her beauty yet. Of course he had only been a kid at the time, but still how could he not have seen her beauty? Jude did not get his former self.
He knew he should probably say something, do something. But he still couldn't speak, he still couldn't get his brain and mouth to work together. It was like he was stuck, paralyzed. When she let go of him to go sit at the bed, he wanted to scream. Then came the awful need for something stronger than coffee to drink, and as comfortable it was to know that he was still somewhat himself, he knew he shouldn't be thinking about alcohol at time or nicotine. He finally gained control over his legs and went to sit next to her. "It's cold isn't it?" He started at the coffee, not ready to meet her eyes yet. "My point is that I need you too, I just wanted to give you a change that I might not be what you had thought or wished. I wanted to give you a change to run away, because I thought that my feelings might have been a bit to overwhelming. But I promise you that I won't bring it up again."
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Post by cynthia montague on Mar 19, 2009 13:36:13 GMT -5
Cynthia took a sip of her coffee and shook her head, it wasn't that cold. She looked at him and noted that he wasn't looking back, was the silence awkward this time? She couldn't tell, but she didn't like it. It wasn't supposed to be like that, they were supposed to be happy. And she was, Cynthia was overjoyed, but Jude didn't seem to be and that brought her down. "You're so silly" she stated and shook her head again. "I couldn't run away even if you came after me with a knife" she said, smiling slightly now, "And you're not that bad are you?" Cynthia teased him, raising an eyebrow. She wrapped her free hand around his wrist regretting having walked those few meters away from him, she had to touch him. How could the boy ever have believed she'd even think about running away? She would go blind if she couldn't see him, he was breathtaking, she'd starve if she couldn't talk to him and freeze if he wouldn't hold her.
She moved her hand from his wrist to his shoulder, kind of embarrassed by how her breathing became more shallow as she took in the lines of his arm. But she couldn't help it, he was wonderous. Cynthia smiled and leaned into his ear, "Hey Jude, don't let me down. You have found her, now go and get her. Remember to let her into your heart" she mused, remembering an old song she'd caught a liking for once in a record store in muggle London.
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