For prompt 1 (puppet). I know it fits only very loosely, but what ever.

For a different challenge I was given Myrtle as my character and I began to explore her relationship with Olive. I thought there must be some reason why Myrtle was so bitter over her early death, because just regret of not getting a chance to live didn't seem like enough to keep her crying for so many years. I decided the cause was heartbreak. This might make more sense after I publish the piece I am working on for the before mentioned challenge, which will hopefully explain things a little bit more, so keep your eyes open for that. In the mean time, enjoy! And don't for get to R&R! This piece takes place at Olive's funeral.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, or this world, but the phrasing, and for the most part, the plot, is mine.

It's so easy to

f o r g e t

that smile

the way she

flipped

her hair

the way she

talked

.

It's so easy to

f o r g e t

after telling all these

l

i

e

s

which is all they ever were

because I would

never

tell her secret

Her secret

.

It's so easy to

f o r g e t

why

I loved her

why

I never got tired of

telling all these

l

i

e

s

But now I'm done forgetting

.

I

r e m e m b e r

Nights

in our hiding place

Her Qudditch star arms held me

I was

s a f e

.

I

r e m e m b e r

riding on her broom

together

In the dark the sky was

ours

And her hair smelled like

v a n i l l a

.

No one can see me now

No one saw me then

I was invisible

Except in

her

eyes

.

Her rejection hurt

It was like metal in my lungs

I couldn't

b r e a t h e

.

It was like falling from a broom

(I was always scared I would

but she said she would c a t c h me

we laughed at that)

I couldn't

f e e l

and yet there was

p a i n

.

It was like being lost in the dark

(When we hid from passersby

we couldn't use our wands to find our way

but it was fun then)

I couldn't

s e e

.

And then it really was dark

.

I

r e m e m b e r

her tears

over my stiff

cold

body

but she

s c r e a m e d

when she saw me as I am now

she

ran away

.

It's so easy to

f o r g e t

and yet, I

r e m e m b e r

and I

r e g r e t

all the moments we wasted

all of our

l

i

e

s

because in the end

we both died

so now it doesn't matter anymore

It's a lot easier to forgive

g h o s t s

.

Her rejection hurt

Her mistakes,

her screams,

her footsteps,

her

r e f u s a l

I always was her

puppet

but she was the first

and the last

to love me

so I

r e m e m b e r