Don't leave me alone
Ron sat in the chair next to her bed, holding his wife's hand. Hermione Granger- Weasley has been gravely sick since the Last War. No doctor knew what she had. Muggle or Wizard, British or American, Japanese or Korean. No one, not even her.
"Hello, Love. How are you feeling?" The tears welled up in his eyes. Seeing Hermione in this state made his heart ache.
"Ron-" it hurt her to speak, "I'm leaving." The tears fell from both of their eyes.
"No- Hermione, you- you can't. I- I won't let you." He sat at the edge of her bed.
The bushy haired woman put a hand on her husband's lips, "Shhhh, I chose to die. It was me or you, Ron." She gave him a weak smile.
"Then let me instead!" He raised his voice, "Please, Hermione, don't die. Don't leave me alone." Ron whispered sadly.
"It's too late, Ron. I took the spell, I chose my fate. Don't cry for me, Ron. Not now, not ever." Hermione felt life slowly slipping away from her.
The fire of the candle on her bed side table started to die down. If someone believed in candles representing life, this one would be hers. Ron sensed something was wrong.
"Hermione, don't you dare die." The red head tried to sound angry but sounded disparate instead.
"Goodbye, Ron. I'm going to miss you." She managed a smile.
"Don't leave me alone. Please." He whispered.
Hermione said something quietly. The candle's fire went out. The wind brought her words to his ears, "I'm sorry."
He collapsed on the bed sobbing heavily. The memories of her flashed trough his mind. Every second of them ripping trough his heart like a knife. He didn't know how long he had cried. Hours? Days? Seconds? He wasn't sure.
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Wow this is the shortest and saddest thing I've ever written.
I just found it in my files and decided to post it, I hope you don't hate me for killing Hermione. Who knows maybe I'll even continue it.
Oh well plz review it's my first try at RonxHermione fnfiction
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