A/N : A good amount of this little fic was imagined while listening to «The only moment we were alone» by Explosions in the sky.
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He doesn't say it, but she hears it all the same.
He loves her. And he'll die for her. So will she, for him.
When he sees the scar on her left arm he leaves her side for the first time since they arrived to the safe haven of Shell Cottage. The few minutes he left her side before, she was unconscious. But that day, when she unveils the bandages Fleur has put carefully on her arm, she's more alert than she has been the last couple of days and she witnesses his rage. He leaves the room, shaking with fury and angry tears plastered on his cheeks. She hears him yelling enraged words as he runs past his brother and Harry who were discussing softly in the kitchen. She cannot control her own shaking and tears as his screams resonate against the thin walls of the house.
He's back at her side an hour later.
She's sitting near the shore, watching the waves erase meaningless words she carefully scribbled on the sand minutes before. Words used to be her comfort. When she didn't know something, when she still doesn't, her first instinct is to look it up in a book, find more words to grasp the sense of one. But now, she doesn't know if words will ever be her comfort again and her heart is made heavier with pain with this realization. The tide of the sea soothe her. As tears fall freely on her face - she hasn't been able to control them since Ron's outburst earlier - she wishes with all her might that she could erase the angry letters on her arm like the sea washes away hers.
When he is finally able to calm down, he joins her on the beach, bringing along with him a warm blanket to lay on her shivering shoulders.
"You shouldn't be out of bed." He tells her, his voice hoarse and broken from all the screaming he did the last hour.
"I know." Is all she replies but she grabs his hand firmly, for support, for anchor.
A few minutes go silently as the both of them are getting lost in the calm repetition of the waves, hands locked together.
"It should have been me."
"Ron..."
"I won't let it happen again. Never."
He doesn't say it, not yet, but she hears it all the same.
He loves her.