Summary: “I’m still right here, giving blood and keeping faith, and I’m still right here.
If there were no rewards to reap, no loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I’ve chosen here, I certainly would have walked away by now.
I’m gonna wait it out. Be patient…
If there was no desire to heal, the damaged and broken met along this tedious path I’ve chosen here, I certainly would have walked away by now.
And I still may.”
Neville sits in St. Mungo’s, contemplating the futility of sitting there, hoping that his parents will get better and knowing they won’t; wondering if he’ll ever dare to allow himself a life; wishing that things had been different, that he’d had a mother’s arms to comfort him when he was sad, that he’d had a longer childhood and that he dared tear himself off the path of tedium and self-pity he is on to go talk to someone who cares…
Ratings: 3rd-5th Years [ - ]
Category: Dark/Angsty Fics
Characters: None
Warnings: Mental Disorders
Challenge: Serie: None
Chapters: 1
Completed?: Yes
Wordcount: 2032
Viewcount: 1492
Published on: 01/02/08
Updated On: 01/10/08