The Night I Never Stopped Loving You ( Kat )

[mattias]

He's a stranger to some
And a vision to none
He can never get enough,
Get enough of the one

A pair walked together. Just the two of them. No one else. Night had dawned upon them. Darkness cloaking them. The moonlight was much of a spotlight. Beaming upon them. The Male's hand was closed around her own. They walked alone. The evening had gone smoothly. So far, at least. For a special plan had been made. For he had made her close her eyes - and with that, rose petals had been dropped over her eyes. Soft giggles had surpressed her lips. Blushing had been only slightly seen. But it had made her happy. As the pouch of different coloured petals had finished. All that left, was one thing, which he hoped to let happen on a walk. Yes a walk. In one of the most romatic places known to Hogwarts.

Rose Petal Lane.

Rose Petal Lane seemed empty. The vivd coloured flowers barely seen through the darkness. Nothing could mean more to him, than today. Nothing mattered, but today. This evening. This one single night. For the boy could not be without her. For the past few weeks, thoughts had been on only her. This entire evening - thoughts had been only on her. The one girl that meant the world to him. A happy sigh escaped Ravenclaw Boy. Blonde Hair covering one eye. How could this be so hard though? To finally let his feelings be known. A kiss to her lips. It was, what he knew, would solve everything. Kissing her would of course reveal everything. A heart beat roughly against his chest. Nerves. That was all it could ever possibly be. Nerves of finally kissing one. It felt like it would be 'his first kiss' again. But it was far from that. However this kiss, he could only know, would be quite spectacular. Perhaps more magical than the kisses which had been with others. Angel. And Riley. But for he would not know - Until the kiss happened.

The boys name was Mattias Leonhart. The girls name was Katie Scarlett Samuels. However quite better known as Kat Samuels to others. A sparkle in his eyes proceeded, thinking of her name. As his head turned, his heart could only melt. "I have most enjoyed tonight Miss Samuels." Laughing a most sweet laugh, he brought her to a bench. Though for he did not sit down. Not of course yet. "Katie, there is something I must do," mumered softly.

A hand reached out, pressing against her cheek. Only gently. A young man's face became close to her own. Lips now only inches away from her own. Her soft smell awoken him inside. Knowing still what he should do. What he wanted. And with those final thoughts, lips closed against hers. Embracing her in a kiss. A kiss of much Passion. Romance. And stopping did not happen. For it continued. Breath very much taken itself away from his lungs. Mattias seemed far from caring anymore. This night had been amazing. Marvellous. Everything it could possibly be. It had to again be the same. The same feelings. Kat had to allow the kiss. She had too.

She must.

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[phoeblz]

The water runs off your skin and down into the drain
You're reading Fitzgerald, you're reading Hemmingway
They're both super smart and drinking in the cafe's
You're so young, you're so goddamn young

The silence laces her lips as they walk; one foot after the other, down, down, down the spiraling staircases and into the neverlands.

First she had smiled; her lips curving in that once forever way that seemed to come so naturally when she was around him. She had smiled as the world had opened up and began to rain rose petals. Her eyes had sparkled you see, green eyes dancing in the moonlight when she had finally opened them, and something not so different to a laugh had filled the air. He was oh so young, yet oh so perfect but mostly he was oh so hers.

But that louder voice was screaming now. NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO,

The silence laces her lips as they walk; one foot after the other, down, down, down the lane; the lane that was lined with thorns. Her eyes are searching; longing to know when it had started, when that single line had been crossed. She was not sure she could remember; she was not sure she should be surprised. Had it not always ended like this?

He is softly spoken, and she murmurs a response; "Yes, it has been spectacular, but..." But her words are silenced by his own and she smiles a nervous smile, and looks away. His hand finds her cheek and she is looking into his blue eyes once more. He is gentle; he is nervous, but his lips move closer, closer, closer, closer, closer. He is old for his age, as his lips move against her own, willing her to respond, but she is still, letting him kiss her, but never kissing back. It's wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, yet oh so right.

She sighs against his lips, giving in to the boy before her, her own lips beginning to move against his own, giving him what he wanted (what she fears she wanted too). And he is blonde hair, and blue eyes, and God she could almost scream, because there is not one before her, but three, kissing her, and loving her, not too much alike, but not too much apart either. She groans softly, and pushes him away, biting back a tear (or three).

"No, no, no, no, no. Don't Mattias. I can love you, I can, I can, I can, but you don't want me, you'll see boy. I've killed the best of them". And with those words, she turned and fled, leaving him beautifully broken in the lane.

But he was better off, you'll see.

You're so young, you're so goddamn young

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[needed to be posted britt, this is the last time i'll post here. the event happened before she graduated.]