disclaimer: I do not own harry potter in any way.
I reach over and what used to be warm is now cold.
I scoot closer but I can no longer feel his warmth.
I stay quiet but I still can't hear his breath.
I ask him why he left me.
He doesn't answer.
I feel alone.
Why is my bed cold?
Why didn't you stay?
Still no answer.
I roll over, still cold.
It's been a year and my bed stays cold.
Only he can warm it.
I wouldn't dare let anyone else take his place.
Because they can't.
I curl up, "I love you, Harry Potter you will always be mine" I whisper.