He stands on the white wooden stool fixed properly on the table top. As he takes short yet steady breathes, he fixes his gave to outside, or the sun more specifically. Something that lit a light in his heart, something that could keep on living no matter what people thought. He bites his lip as he thinks of his life, nothing more nothing less. He knew what they thought of him afterwards and figured it'd be better for him to do them a huge favour.
In his train of thought, he feels some type of envy…envy for something he never was or never had. Perhaps the envy for the sun who could show his face without anyone thinking poorly of him. The sun brought life, and never death, something the two didn't have in common. The sun was something that could offer hope, strength and love…Potter.
Yes, Potter resembled the sun in his eyes…something everyone loved and yearned for. What does that make him then? After all, he loved the sun just as well, perhaps even more…but what does it matter? He doesn't deserve to be anything, so he willfully pushes those thoughts out of his head. Would the sun, as loving as it is, ever accept someone like him?
He felt his heart sink as he pictured Harry standing right there at his own funeral, crying as he sees the dead cadaver, but of course, that is only his fantasy. Harry could never love him, at all, not even the slightest bit.
His focus is not on the window this time, but on an object in front of him. A circle, a loop, a rope, a noose. The thing that could take all of his pain away, and it sits right in front of him. He stares at it as it idly hovers near him, barely touching his nose. In one leap, everything will be gone, a leap of faith.
As he thinks of this, the sudden burst of fear and regret fill his mind. Did he want to end it all so quickly? Images of the god forsaken Potter rush through his mind, urging him to stop and turn back and telling him there is still someone who cares. Of course, stubbornness gets the best of him as he mentally curses feeling tears fall from his face.
"Harry is in love with Ginny…not me..." He says to himself as his arms automatically reach for the noose. "Who'd ever love me…" He says, letting tears roll freely from his face as he fixes the noose around his neck.
The window is wide open, allowing a sweet cool breeze the blow inside, causing him to form a grin on his face.
He hears faint footsteps running somewhere, obviously not towards him. He smiles at the thump of the wooden stool as it hits the ground underneath him.
Gravity releases him, no longer bounding him to reality. His feet neglect the table top as they dangle about three feet above the ground. He feels his own precious life slipping from him but wants to laugh at the thought.
His life isn't precious to anybody, and now…he's out of every ones way.
His eyes slowly begin to close as he stares at the last glimpse of outside. Before they can fully close, or before he can fully die, the door behind him swings open.
He sees nothing but the radiant sun and hears nothing but the frantic voice from the door, calling his name.
Pretty sad right? Anyway, if people like this story I'll be sure to make a sequel for the ones wondering what happens next. If you like it, please don't be shy, by all means, favourite it!
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