Disclaimer: All the characters, etc. and Cedric's death belong to J.K. Rowling and her publishers. She also owns the fact that Cho was Cedric's girlfriend. I only own this monologue. I'm not trying to make any money off of it. So don't sue me. (Besides, by the time I hired a lawyer, I wouldn't have any money to give you.)
We took it all for granted. Our love, our trust. We never put it into question, because we never thought that anything could happen. We thought that our love was without question going to continue. But it wasn't so, because he died.
You never realize how precious something is until you cannot have it. You never realize how precious that water is until there is a drought. Never understand the beauty of the vase until it shatters. And never understand the fragility of your love until it is gone, and you cannot have it back. Why did I not understand that before? Why did I not realize that our love was so precious, and it was so easy for it to slip away?
It seemed so unreal at first. How could Cedric be dead? This Triwizard Tournament was supposed to be safe. And then it all began to leak out: That what had happened to Cedric hadn't been in a planned part of the task. That Cedric's death was someone else's fault. That Cedric was killed by Lord Voldemort.
I didn't, couldn't, blame anyone but Lord Voldemort and his supporters. It wouldn't have made it any better. It wouldn't make Cedric's death any easier to bear. Harry isn't guilty, and I know that. He couldn't have known. It's Lord Voldemort's fault, and his alone. I cannot hate Harry for telling Cedric to take the cup.
Still, right now I cannot love Harry, either. I cannot love anyone. After the thing I so loved was taken away, I cannot love anyone. Not for a while, at least. Not while I'm still trying to recover. After the first vase broke, I can't get another one. Not at first, when I'm still afraid it's going to shatter.
After he dies, we cannot repair it. He and I cannot love again. After the vase shatters into a thousand pieces, we cannot resurrect it. We can pick up the shards, even keep them, but they will never again be the vase. Never. We will never have that vase again.
We can buy a new vase. But it won't be exactly the same. Perhaps close, close to such a fine degree, but never just the same. Just as, perhaps, someday I can love another. But it will never be the same. Never the same as Cedric. Our love was a special one that can never be replaced.
I'm trying to get past my loss and continue my life. Not because it's easy, not because I know I can. But because I think Cedric would want it that way. Cedric wouldn't want me to stop living if he did. He was a wonderful person, and would want me to be happy.
When one vase breaks, all others don't. When one part of my life shatters, the rest of it doesn't. I hope I can keep the rest of me together. I hope no other vase shall break...
A.N.: Well, there it is! Once again, please read and review!
