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Written for;
2nd Annual Triwizard Tournament, Round 2.
One Part Of A Pair
It's hard to stand and watch while a man you've never met eulogises your twin sister. You don't know if you want to cry or rage and storm, because this funeral isn't like the ones you had to attend a year ago. Those funerals were for people who died fighting for what they believed in. They died by other people's hands.
Your twin committed suicide.
It's hard to think that your twin, the person you are supposed to be closest to, is dead by her own hand. Why didn't she come and talk to you? Why didn't she tell you how she was feeling? You could have helped her. You could have stopped her.
After everything that happened, that last year of hell at Hogwarts, the battle that killed both of our friends, the rebuilding and the heartache that followed, why would she choose now to die?
Why would she let me, let all of us, settle into a false sense of security before ripping the floor out from under our feet?
I hate her, but I love her and miss her and want to hex her to the moon and back. Above all else though, I want her back, dammit. She had no right, no right, to take herself away from me. I needed her, I still need her.
Did I drop the ball? Should I have been paying more attention? I don't know. Maybe... Probably... Definitely. Mother and Father, they tell me it's not my fault. They talk about depression and how she must have been hiding it from all of us. I don't care what she was hiding, she was, is, my twin and I should have realised that she wasn't right.
I should have known.
Now I'm alone. I'm just me. No more Patil Twins. I'm not one part of a pair any more.
Now I'm just Padma.
Because my twin committed suicide and I did nothing to stop it from happening.