Memories Returning
It was a long time ago, and I can still smell the metallic tang on the robes that are hidden away in my mirrored wardrobe. While I find the robes, I always catch a picture of myself in the murky mirrors and grimace at my feeble appearance, since when did I become so old? The scars haven't faded yet. I hoped they would fade with time, but... as time has passed, they have only become more visible.
The robes are black, so the crimson blood cannot be seen, but they have become dusty and stiff, and whenever I take them out and look at them, they leave a dusty maroon residue on my hands. It takes days to get it off, and I always regret taking them out in the first place.
I still can't believe I had to kill him.
When I take out the robes, the memories return.
Every time... it takes days to wash off the memories of blood and curses and death and pain. And loss of love.
But in the long run... the world was saved from evil, and the Death Eaters were gone... everything and everyone was peaceful once again, except for me. I was lost. I am lost. I am lonely and lost and I have lost the only person who ever loved me... and made me feel less lonely.
I love you Draco, I always will. And I'm sorry, I always will be. My only hope is that you don't hate me. We learned not to hate each other... maybe we can start all over again somewhere new, somewhere where the past is dissolved into nothingness, and a white void blankets us with togetherness and warmth.
I miss you.