dancing with your ghost, cedric diggory
“i’ll see you when i fall asleep” based on “dancing with your ghost” by sasha sloan
a/n: the secrion in italics is a dream
warnings: death, grief
words: 1,829
It wasn’t meant to be like this, that was the one thing you knew. Or rather, that was the one thing you told yourself until you were convinced it was true. Because really, everything that happens is meant to happen. Both the good and the bad, it all happens for a reason, even if you don’t understand it, or believe it. It just so happens to be easier to pretend. And to dream.
That was all you did — dream. When the sun went down and the stars lit up the night sky, those hours were your favorite, because when your head hit the pillow and you fell into slumber, you dreamt of him. For those few hours, it was as if he was still there with you, as if he was still alive.
Part of you knew it wasn’t healthy, to fall into this cycle where you’d spend the day only waiting for the night to come and wrap you up in its false promises, false bliss. But you didn’t want it to change. If you let yourself feel the pain, your heart would only crumble to pieces. And you didn’t have a wish to move on, or forget him. He was the love of your life, the one you carry with you even after it’s gone, the love that makes you feel alive. If you didn’t hold on to him, you’d have nothing left.
For weeks you’ve stuck to the cycle — in the early mornings when the sun rose, you climbed out of bed and went through the motions of the day. Some days were easy, the busy days, the days piled with classes and quidditch games and homework assignments. They served as a distraction. But every other day was anything but easy, with their open ended hours and blank canvases. There were a few rare occasions where’d you occupied your time with a stroll or a friendly catch up, but for the majority you could only sit in silence, trying your hardest not to fall apart.
It was a relief when the moon came out to play. You’d slip on one of Cedric’s sweaters – they kept you warm, and they smelled like him, vanilla and sandalwood – and bury yourself in blankets, and you’d let yourself drift. And just like every night before, you found him.
But two months in, Cho, a friend you had grown up with, took notice of your behavior. It wasn’t hard to miss, the way you avoided the truth and feared it for so long. For those two months she had given you the time, opting to let you grieve however you pleased. But she caught on to your cycle, how you weren’t grieving his death but rather dissociating from it. She was afraid for you, that you’d spiral and one day find yourself past the point of repair, and that was the last thing she wanted for you.
So, as the day turned late, Cho found you in the corner of the Library, your head buried in a book, and with a clearing of her throat, she sat beside you. “Y/n? May I speak with you for a moment?”
“Of course. What’s on your mind?”
She shuffled in her seat uncomfortably, fumbling with her hands as you brought your attention from the book in your hands to her.
“Well, to be completely honest, I’m worried about you. It’s been two months since Cedric died, and it seems as if you haven’t quite accepted it. It’s like you don’t even know it.”
You felt your skin grow cold at her words, and a bitter frustration fluttered in your chest. “Of course I know, Cho. I’m not delusional. You know nothing about me.”
Panic flashed over her features, but then she softened, leaning closer to your straightened frame. “I’m not trying to attack you, okay? I’m telling you this as a friend. I care about you far too much to let you do this to yourself.”
“Do what, exactly?”
“You’re not yourself anymore, Y/n! God, you’re hardly even a person these days. Do you really think people haven’t noticed?”
Slamming your book shut, you glared at the girl in front of you. “I’m perfectly fine, Cho. You have no right to intrude, alright? You didn’t lose the person you loved, you don’t know what that’s like. You’re not me!”
“Will you please just listen to me? There’s no need for us to have a fight. That’s not what I came here for,” She reached out to grab your hand, but you flinched back, retreating into the cushioning of the chair, “I just want to help you.”
“I don’t want your help.”
“You need it.”
The air between you fell silent, and you sinked into yourself, avoiding further eye contact. Cho reached out again, this time successfully wrapping your hand in hers. “You need to let yourself move on. I’m not saying you need to forget him, I’m just saying you need to say goodbye. You need to try. Cedric would want that for you, I know it.”
You could feel your heart beating heavily in your chest as tears began to cloud up your vision and fall onto your skin, “I don’t want it to hurt.”
“I know. But it’s going to. It’ll hurt like hell. But then it’ll get better, I promise.”
“How?”
“It just does. One day you wake up and it’s a little easier to breathe. And when you think of him, you’ll smile. And it’ll be okay. You’ll get there, but you have to let it hurt first.”
“What if it’s too much?”
Cho sighed, her own eyes brimming with tears as she heard your voice tremble. “Then we’ll go from there. I’ll be by your side every step of the way.”
“Promise?”
“Of course.”
You released a shaky breath and offered up a small smile, “Okay.”
Cho squeezed your hand and stood, pulling you up into her embrace. She held you for a moment, waiting for your breathing to steady before she let go. “It’s late. You really should get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright? It’s the weekend, so we can do whatever you’d like.”
As you watched her figure retreat, you hugged your arms to your chest, for the first time afraid of falling asleep.
The clock struck twelve, but you laid in bed awake still, staring up at the ceiling with dazed eyes. You were eager to see him again, but you knew it would have to be the last time, maybe for a while, maybe ever. You knew this was the first step to letting go. And that terrified you.
You had doubt in this being the right thing. Cedric had loved you up until his very last breath, you swore he loved you even now. You could feel it, in the wind that kissed your skin ever so delicately, in the warmth that wrapped you up even on the coldest day. He was there, even when he wasn’t. And you were certain the hardest thing you would ever have to do is say goodbye. It felt as if you’d be leaving him behind.
But in despite of it all, as you felt yourself slipping under, you welcomed it, because at least you’d get to see him one last time.
The golden rays of the afternoon sun were warm, casting a beautiful orange hue upon the scene below it. Citrus and lavender lingered in the air, the light breeze carrying it along. You stood at the edge of a field, marigolds blooming in every direction. There was a faint whistle of a song in the wind, and standing with open arms in the middle of a field was the boy you loved. Without a moments hesitation, your feet carried you to him, your frame molding into his as he caught you in his arms. His familiar scent of vanilla and sandalwood reached your nose, and you smiled, breathing it in. “I missed you, Ced.”
“I missed you too, darling.”
You lifted your head from its place against his chest, peering up at him through your lashes. His eyes were a smokey gray, gentle and kind. His hands traveled from your waist to your face, and you sighed in content as they cupped your cheeks. “May I kiss you?”
“Yes, please.”
Butterflies swarmed softly in your stomach as his lips brushed against yours, his taste already intoxicating. You tangled your fingers in his hair, sighing into the kiss as it deepened. At the chirping of a few birds, Cedric pulled away, but his hands stayed in place against your skin.
“I just want to stay like this forever.”
Cedric chuckled half heartedly, pressing his forehead against yours. “If only.”
“I’m so sorry, Ced,” You felt the burn as tears brimmed in your eyes, trickling down until the saltiness seeped into your mouth, “You didn’t deserve t–”
“Shh, love, it’s quite alright.”
“But it’s not. You were so young. And in love. We were in love. We were supposed to graduate, and build a life together. You were supposed to live out your dreams and grow old.”
“Well, now you’ll get to do all those things for me.” Cedric pressed a chaste kiss to the top of your head and pulled you to his chest again.
“I don’t want to live without you.”
“I’ll always be with you, love. You still have so much life to live, don’t give up now. Do it for me. Do it for yourself. And one day, we’ll meet again, and it’ll be as if we never said goodbye. Promise me you can do this.”
You sniffled, your grip tightening onto his body. “I promise.”
“Good. Now, what do you say we have a last dance?”
His arm snaked around your waist, his other hand now entangled with yours. He began to sway to the sound of the wind, humming a tune for only the two of you. You felt his touch growing more distant on your skin as you looked up into his eyes one last time, a pained smile on your lips. “I love you, Ced. Always.”
“Always.”
Morning came much earlier than you wanted, the light flooding in through the curtains as you stirred. There was a deep ache through out your whole body as his touch became more faint, the ghost of his lips leaving behind his taste. You lifted yourself up, letting your back lean against the headboard. Pulling your knees against your chest, you buried your head in your hands and cried, the tears falling like rain. Every bone in your body burned in woe, the pain of your loss fueling the fire. Everything you feared came crumbling down as you let yourself feel what you had been hiding from. And it hurt like hell, definitely, but it meant you were one step closer to letting go.
And one day, just as Cedric promised, you would meet him again.