Only You, Forever.

"I can't be with you anymore."

I tried the best I can to keep my voice calm, but I know I failed.

My voice is shaking, and my hands are trembling like mad.

Tears stung the back of my eyes, but they won't flow.

I've cried enough the past few days, and I assume they're all dried up.

I look up to see Ron's pale face, the freckles standing out than usual.

The freckles I've kissed.

The freckles I've counted.

The freckles I've loved.

All the warm memories simply hurt me now, stabbing and scraping my heart, making me hard to breathe.

"You're breaking up with me?"

If I can kiss those trembling lips.

"After all these years? Why, Harry? Why!?"

Why, Ron?

Because I can't see you get hurt anymore.

I don't want to see you give up things you love just for me.

You'll always be in danger if you stand next to me.

I'm weak.

Never was strong.

I can't make you happy, Ron.

I can't let you go through all that I have to.

"I just can't."

After a moment's silence, he asks slowly.

"Is there someone else?"

I hold myself from snorting and rolling my eyes.

I love you more than anything and anyone, Ron.

You're my everything.

You've given me the support I needed.

The love I never had.

I wouldn't have gone through everything if it weren't for you.

Someone else?

No.

Never.

As long as I live.

Even after I die.

Never.

"Yes."

Ron held his breath back and slowly closed his eyes.

He nodded, the flaming red hair falling over his face.

"I…understand."

It was a faint whisper that made me want to take the words back, but I forced myself to keep my mouth shut and watched Ron walk

towards the door.

He stopped right before going out, and without turning his head, he said,

"But I'll always love you, Harry. Only you."

And that was it.

It was the last I've heard from Ronald Weasley.