(AN: I know I should be working on Unexpected Comfort, but this kept coming to the front of my mind so I decided to just get it out)
Nothing. That's what mattered. What was she supposed to care about anymore? She'd lost everything: her parents, her friends, and now her husband. She knew being an Auror was dangerous, but she never expected to wake up to Draco's partner, Blaise Zabini, trying to explain how her husband died a hero.
She tried everything to fill the empty hole in her heart. She drank, she cut, she smoked, but she could never bring herself to sleep with someone else. That's what Blaise suggested. Sex. She couldn't. Draco had taken her virginity on their wedding night, and for eight years, he's the only one she had ever slept with.
So, she was 34, and she had nothing to live for. She had been optimistic in her youth, but the war had stripped that from her. She did the only thing she could.
She ended it.
(AN: Wow, that was the most depressing thing I've ever written. Please read and review!)