I stand under the tree near the lake where Draco and I created so many wonderful memories just enjoying each other’s company. Though engulfed in my thoughts, I still hear the slight rustle in the trees behind me. Uncharacteristically, I just sigh. What does it matter if I am alive or dead? I am a living corpse anyway. I die every time I see him. Why not just kill me once and for all and spare me the pain of seeing my life flicker and burn out like a candle’s flame in the wind?