PAINE HERE! I'm sorry Nessie, i said i had my single but i acctually have my version of me and sam's statment for this joint one. She hasn't read it over yet and i don't know what she has for it, but I'm posting this any way. I'm gunna finish my single and then post it after this one. SORRY FOR THE DELAY! *HUMS* a typing we will go, a typing we will go, High ho the dairy oh, a typing we will go!
I traveled through London, occasionally stopping in a town on my way to the Volturi. This town though, this one made me really stop. Made me look around, made me observe, if only long enough to notice the girl standing in the rain by a bed of roses, Violet roses. Her thick, heavy hair was plastered to her head from the rain, Her jacket was old the arms pushed up past her elbows. The girls shoulders shook, weather from cold or tears, I didn't know. As I walked over and put my hand on her shoulder, she accepted the comfort of a stranger. She was indeed crying, I learned as she turned to me and buried her face in my neck and her hands in my jacket. I stroked her hair and back and murmured in her ear.
"It's okay, it's alright," After some time she responded, her tears having subsided slightly.
"No, no it's not." Her arms tightened around my torso, like she was thinking of what wasn't right. I pulled back from the beautiful girl, wondering what could be wrong, wondering who could be cruel enough to hurt her.
"What's wrong my Bellissimo Bambino(Beautiful Child)?" This beauty spoke in such clean, practiced Italian.
"Tutto mio strano amico, tutto(Everything my strange friend, everything)."
"Who could have done this to you, uno con tale Bellezza(one with such Beauty)?"
"I brought it upon myself." Her voice filled with remorse as she pull me close again and buried deeper into my chest.
"How could you?" She pulled back, looking me in the face, question in her gaze, tears dried
"I ran when I should have stayed, froze when I should have moved, and saved myself when I should have saved others."
"But you here mio bambino(my child), you are here."
"Your alive. That's what maters."
"But it's not Fair! My two best friend, My parents, are dead! If I hadn't-" The tears were leaking from her beautiful brown eyes. I wiped away the new tears.
"But you did, and now you can't change that. What you can do, is to live life like they would have wanted you to. tutto puoi fare mio puoi fare(It is all you can do my child. All you can do.)." I crushed her back to me, "Don't regret mio bambino(my child), Live. Live like there still here, Live with there love in your heart and let it spill over to all. Do that for them, for what they've done for you." Her shoulders were shaking. I began to rub her back in slow, soothing circles. When the rain subsided she pulled back and spoke again,
"Grazie, sconosciuto, grazie poich tu conforto e saggezza. Posso chiedere di tuo famoso(Thank you, stranger, thank you for you comfort and wisdom. May I ask of your name)?"
"Anthony Masen. Posso sapere il tuo(May I know yours)?" My beauty smiled, lighting the world.
"Piacere verso venuto a contatto di tu(Pleasure to met you) Hermione, piacere(pleasure)."