It was a breezy evening and William looked out the shore as he leaned in a big boulder of rock. It seems like a storm is about to come but then again at this time of the day large waves crashing in the shore is just normal. William swirled the ice on his glass containing the gloden liqud of alcohol to calm him down. He's feeling melancholy the whole day for some reason he can't explain.

Tomorrow, one of his bestfriends will be marrying one of the best witches he had ever known and he knew he should be happy for them but as he tried to look for that spark of good cheer for the couple, William came up with nothing. All he feels is emptiness. He took a sip of the firewhiskey and the alcohol scorched his throat as he took a big gulp.

Out of the corner of his eyes, a person materialized walking slowly towards him. It was a girl with long black hair, wearing a black robe. As she gets closer, William recognized it was no other than the bride herself. "Hello, William, what are you doing here?" She asked him. "Hello, Bellatrix…I'm just…unwinding. How about you? Aren't you supposed to be having your beauty sleep?" The girl gave him a sad smile. "Do you think I still need one?"

William returned the melancholy smile. "No, you're perfect as it is…" Then he went to focus his eyes on the dark ocean in front of them once again. "William…do you think…do you think he'll change after we wed?" Bellatrix asked with her voice faltering a little. He took another big swallow of the liquid. "He'll be a fool not to, Trixie." He finally looked at her and saw lose tendrils of hair being blown by the wind. William tucked a strand of her behind her ear and caressed her cheek. "He should…because I don't know what I'll do if I ever see you cry again because of him, Bellatrix." He told her with sincerity.

Rodolphus is one of his bestfriends but he already witnessed the eldest Black daughter getting hurt because of Lestrange's womanizing ways. He never once acted upong the feeling he, himself, have for Bellatrix for he knows the importance of the joining of the two families. This was the same reason why he was just content being a close friend of the ebony-haired witch. "I won't cry anymore, William, I swear to you…not anymore."

He leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead and his hand on her cheek went to pull her closer to his chest. William held her not knowing what else to say. No words can describe the sadness that had overcome his being at that moment. There's a war going on out there and there's nothing left to do but focus on that, silly heartaches such as this one should be forgotten as soon as it comes. "You can't promise that, Bellatrix, but I promise to you I'll be here with every tear drop that will fall."