AN:: Hello Hello! It has been a while since I posted a story on here.. I'm sorry! Don't hurt me. Anyway, if you have read my other stories, this is a lot darker than what I normally write. Don't really know why to be honest... Based off of My Immortal by Evanescence.

Disclaimer:: I DO NOT own Harry Potter. Sadly. Just the Story.

Summary:: Love hurts. Especially when it never disappears after the other has moved on.

Warning:: This story involves a sensitive topic to many. In no way am I making fun of these.

Linger

I lay alone in my room, staring up at the ceiling. I longed to tell Harry that I still felt the same way I felt all those years ago. 'You can't!' screamed the voice inside my head. It was right, I couldn't tell him. I was too afraid of being rejected by him again. Besides, that was the only thing waiting for me, he had just asked out Ginny for Merlin's sake. Once he broke me heart couldn't he just leave? Having him around nearly 24/7 is killing me!

Slowly I got up and walked over to my dresser. Opening the first drawer, I pulled out a razor blade from the very back. I pulled back the sleeve of my maroon Weasley sweater, my eyes wandering over cut scarring my arm. Each one of these represented a thought of the painful love I had for the green-eyed hero. I began to bring the blade to my wrist, hesitating as I caught sight of a small never-fading butterfly. A single tear fell from the corner of my eye. 'I've killed it so many times and here I go doing it again. I'm so sorry.' I brought down the blade cutting right across it and a few other un-healing wounds.

Drops of blood fell to the floor, each one bringing back memories of Hogwarts, of Harry. The times when Harry would cry behind his bed curtains and I would join him, wiping away his tears. I would hold him in silence, giving him small kisses until he fell asleep in my arms. Some mornings he would talk about the night before, forgoing breakfast before our morning classes. Most days he would just thank me with a kiss and go hand-in-hand down to eat and meet up with Hermione. Tears fell into my cut; mixing with the blood and making it sting.

Blood still drips out of the wound, painting my arm a deep red like the Hogwarts Express. I vaguely remember the joy I felt meeting the famous Harry Potter on that fateful first train ride. The same memory of joy reappeared as I thought of the moment we were both soothed into Gryffindor. At the time, the reason behind this joy was unknown to myself; I simply passed it off as hero worship. A sharp pain brought me back to reality. Looking down I noticed a fresh cut half way down my arm. His face haunts every moment of mine making it impossible to sleep. During the silent moments, his silky voice floats by in a whisper, making me completely lose my sanity. Slowly my vision fades to black.

It seemed like only a matter of seconds before I started to regain consciousness. 'This is much too soon…' I couldn't move, but I could feel everything. Pain shot through my left arm like a lightning bolt. 'Just like Harry's scar…' A muffled moan escaped my lips. This was the only sign that told me I was alive, no matter how much I wished that I wasn't.

Pain shot through my arm again. I rolled over to stop it and moaned. 'Great! I can move again…' I lay with my face in my pillow, stifling any sound that dares to come out of my mouth. My thoughts took me back to Hogwarts, Harry screaming. I was unsure if it was from Cedric or Voldemort, but I saw my past self wake and walk over to Harry's bed. I blink and start to see everything through his eyes. The subtle shake to wake him, to falling asleep with a smiling Harry wrapped in my arms. Together we would skip morning lessons and receive an earful from a 'delightful' Hermione at lunch, but none of it mattered when I was with him.

But I'm not. He left my life when I left that tent so many years ago. When I returned and saved him he was still cold and distant. Things were never the same after that. Every moment I tell myself he's gone, he's not going to come back. When I'm forced to leave my room at the Burrow, I force a smile just for him. I doubt he sees them anymore. I'm supposed to be down there now. I can hear them calling for me…

I've always been next to him, hero and sidekick. "Ron?" Now I'm left here all alone, even with out my heart. "Ron? Where are you?" I revealed a hidden rope hanging from the ceiling, a slipknot already tied in it. The footsteps are close now… "Ron, are you in your room again?" I stood on the chair. 'I am ready to die.' The door opened and I started to step off. "Harry, I love you." "RON! NO!" Piercing green faded to black.

R&R! I would love to hear what you guys think of this and if I should continue. Will probably gradually get happier if I do. They will all be based off of songs. If there are any you would like to see in here leave it in a comment. Flames will be used to warm this dark fic.