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Chapter 1 : Hope Is Real
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Sometimes having that moment is the best thing that will happen to you. It’s the best thing that will happen to your relationship. It’s like everything you were struggling to fill before is just there, because when you can help them... When you can help them it’s like the world is a sunrise full of these beautiful glowing reds and yellows. Your heart swells and you know you’ve done something good. I look at you growing up before me, the Rose that seems so strong, and fearless. The Rose that puts on a brave face for her parents. I was that girl. I had that face.
I recognize the scars on your legs that you thought people might not notice if you tug your skirt down low enough. I see the way you look down at the floor when you enter a room. You’re wondering if you should come in, or if you should stay on the outside. I can feel the heartbreak when your cousins tease you, I know that pain. Even the prettiest girls wonder.
But you need to know, honey.
“You were created to love and be loved.”
Embrace the courage bestowed on you from your parents. Love in the hopelessly passionate way that your parents love. You need no brave face for love. You need open arms. You need to open your mind, and your heart to the idea that you are wanted. You are needed.
“You were meant to live in relationship with other people, to know and be known.”
Know that when you wake up in the morning and stare blankly in the mirror, or when your fingers itch for that tiny piece of metal you keep under your pillow. Know that when you shut people out because you think you aren’t good enough. People want your presence, Rose, people seek out your presence.
“You need to know your story is important, and you’re part of a bigger story.”
Your parents live for the stories you tell when you come home on holiday. Your younger cousins look forward to the tales you tell of classes at Hogwarts, and your older cousins look forward to the day that you join them in the real world. This family is empty without you, you’re a puzzle piece that completes us. We cannot exist without you.
“You need to know your life matters.”
What you do, where you go. My heart breaks to see you wonder if anyone cares. Do you matter to anyone? You matter to everyone who knows you, my love. You matter to the people who know you best. But if you ever doubt any of that, if you ever have that moment of unwavering insecurity and you can’t grasp the idea of your life mattering, know that it does to me. Without a doubt, a second of this world without you is a world I don’t want to be in.
Because, Rose, you won’t get to see the look of joy on your mothers’ face when you marry. Or the way Victoire and Dominique will spoil your babies with the blond haired boy who stares at you through family dinners. You won’t be the one shedding tears at a funeral if you are the one in the ground. Your life is a precious gem, one that should be well protected. Well kept.
Above all else, Rose. Remember you are not alone. I’ve been the girl who has cried herself to sleep each night. The girl who has pretended to smile for her friends and admirers. The girl who has finally learned to love herself when a man loves her so completely. You have that man, and you have me. They told me something, my parents. They told me that there’s a vision people have for their kids while growing up.
“The vision is the possibility that your best days are ahead.”
Because they are. I can promise you that with every fiber of my being. Your best days are ahead. Repeat that every day. Look in the mirror and know that the girl with the circles under her eyes who uses too much makeup to cover up the invisible flaws and know that her best days are ahead. They’re within reach, so close she can smell them, almost taste them, so close that if she stretched in her hand maybe she could just barely touch them.
“The vision is the possibility that we’re more loved than we’ll ever know.”
Because we are. The amount of people who love you is inconceivable. People who don’t know you, love you. Not because of whose kid you are, not because of what you score on those tests at school. Because they see your brilliance. They see the potential in the growing girl I talk to now. You are more loved than you’ll ever know, and never loved too little. There’s always someone, and for that one someone, there’s always a thousand more hiding just around the corner.
“The vision is hope, and hope is real.”
Hope. Hope is everywhere, because everything is nothing without hope. You hope for your good grades, you hope for that quidditch win, or for that blond haired boy to take you to Hogsmeade. You hope for the trivial things, so know that there’s hope for something better. As long as there is hope, fear cannot exist in equal amounts. Hope is your saviour, always hold onto it.
“You are not alone, and this is not the end of your story.”
I look at you, the tears spilling over and rolling down that porcelain face that’s seen more pain than it should. I look at the broken girl slowly piecing herself together. I hug you, and hold you, because for every reason you think ‘I can’t’, I can give you a thousand for why you can.
So, this story is written from Fleur’s POV, and she’s talking to Rose Weasley.
This story is written for Maelody’s Awareness Challenge. I had the amazing organization To Write Love On Her Arms (TWLOHA), an organization that focuses on helping people struggling with Self-Harm, Addiction, Depression and Suicide. The quotes in italics throughout the story, as well as in the story summary are from their “Vision” page of the official website. There you can also find their mission statement and ways to support what they do! This organization has helped save and change countless lives and I have seen what they do in action.
Thank you for reading!
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