poets future

you and Tom didn’t know each other at all. not until you both were sat beside each other in your poetry writing class. you were taking the class because you needed credits. he was taking it for pleasure.

yes, the dark, quiet boy was a poet. strange? yet somehow fitting. not to you —you didn’t know him.

you both never talked in class. maybe an occasional ‘excuse me, sorry’ or a greeting nod. other than that, nothing.

one day, the poetry professor assigned a partnered project. your partner? Tom. you didn’t mind—neither did he.

for the past few days, you have been meeting at the library to work. it was fine—fun,even—despite the fact that he always looked half-dead. you both turned in your assignment and got the highest grade. that’s how it all began.

now, you and Tom meet up often—study dates, bookstore visits, poetry readings, anything. it was nice, and you loved each other’s company.

during one poetry read, he was reading to you a poem he wrote about a girl…about you. and it ended…with a kiss.

you both had dated for years on and you loved each other deeply. you had your ups and downs but no matter what, you loved each other.

then, when the time was right, after Hogwarts and being grown, he proposed.

now you both were living your happiest life together. you bought a home together, he had an amazing literary career, it was perfect.

right now, it was about 7pm. you were in the tub, soaked in water as you rested your arms on the edge, looking down at Tom who was sat against the bath tub, writing a poem, occasionally reading it out loud.