You can't hold back the light, Gemma. I'm here. Trust me.
That voice, the words that haunted my dreams, my memories, my Life. He was there, so far away, and yet not as far as he previously was. He waited on that bank for me, waited as I bravely faced days which were glorious and scary and cherished and unbearable. He had waited long years, had called to me for many nights, and now I knew the time was nigh; we were not to be separated for much longer. The world which had been his prison, and my burden would welcome us back again, these two half souls, waiting to be made whole once more, part of that everlasting circle, of life, love, duty, destiny.
As his light merged with the coming dawn, and I could not tell where he ended, and the sun began, I was sure of many things, but the most important of all were these: he was there. And I trusted him to be there, to meet me in the end.
But was it the end, or simply a glorious beginning….
And as I stood to face the day, the shadows cast by the trees outside my window obscuring the light from the waking sun, had never felt more welcome, or more substantial; a soft caress across my cheek, and a whisper from beyond, from a life almost past.
…soon…Gemma…Soon…
I just finished The Sweet Far Thing and I was so distressed and saddened, and yet oddly satisfied by the ending. I was happy that it was not the fnfiction-like ending of HP7, and yet I yearned for it so. So here is what my laptop drew from my fingers. But, I don't quite know what it is. A prologue, a first chapter? Should I begin here, or detail some life which I have dreamed up for dear Gemma? Let me know your thoughts, I would very much like to hear them.