The rain is pouring down as I drive blindly through the winding streets. I can barely make out the lines in the middle of the road and the trees on the sides. My tears are sliding slowly down my cheeks as my mind races on what has happened.
Oh Tom, my beautiful, wonderful, brilliant, Tom, what have you done? We were meant to rule the world together. "Us against the world", isn't that what you had always told me? I would graduate and be a doctor and work in underdeveloped neighborhoods healing the sick. You would be a lawyer working with non-profits and help those less fortunate and when the time was right we would adopt and have brilliant little babies that would be just as amazing and beautiful as you are. I thought we had a plan.
I can see now as the rain keeps falling in giant sheets and the sky lights up like a sunny day clearly illuminating the winding twisting road, that I was just a rung on the careful rise up the social ladder. The socialite in our bed must be the next rung and the carefully thrown about clothes and the smirk on your handsome face, the hint that the money and titles from my parents just weren't enough.
How could I have been so blind? Hermione warned me that I shouldn't trust so completely. I never wanted to believe her, after all what high schooler could plan such an elaborate scheme. I know now, looking back, that I have been used. There can be no other explanation. The constant need to know how much money I have spent, the sly comments about how I should use my position to get special treatment at university.
My head is throbbing and my eyes won't stop crying. I have never loved anyone like I have loved you and now what we had is over. As these thoughts are running through my mind I haven't been paying attention to the road and as my car goes careening into the ravine my last thoughts are of you my dearest Tom and how now I won't have to learn to live without you.
I die on impact with the harsh and jagged rocks at the bottom.