Author's Note: I'll try not to ramble: I'm new to writing, so any feedback (keep it kind) is appreciated, though I'll not harass anyone to give it. Correct spelling and grammar is very important to me, so hit me if I don't get it right. Except for punctuation, I fail at that.

Also written in a melancholy mood, using nicknames for Hermione (Jean) and Minerva (Kit) that I read somewhere. For me, this is what could happen when they are torn apart after confessing their love to each other. (This actually sounds so corny. Ugh.)

I hope you'll enjoy reading this.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, J.K.Rowling owns it all. I just play with it.

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Kit!
Kit, what happened to you?
Your eyes are so empty and you don't say a word...
Kit, where are you going?

Jean!
How have you been?
You look great!
Jean, why are you crying?

Kit, it's dark out there, and the snow is coming!
Why do your footsteps disappear under that dark tree over there?

Jean, let me in!
Jean?

Kit?

Is that blood?
Over there!
On her wrist!
In the snow.

Jean?

Kit?

Are you dying?