A/N- Just a short one-shot I thought of. I hope you like it!

As I stared down at the picture frame in my hands, I felt the tears run down my cheeks. The person in the picture doesn't move like the pictures I'm used to, but that makes it all the more special. She gave it to me because I was fascinated that she could stand still so long. She had laughed and explained that muggle pictures don't move. The look on my face must have shown my amazement because she laughed once again and told me to keep the picture.

In the picture, she was standing in a meadow, smiling, wearing a short-sleeved, purple shirt and ripped, faded jeans. You could tell that she had just noticed the camera someone was holding. From the way her cheeks were flushed, I could tell she had been running around, playing in the flowers and tall grass of the meadow.

The pain was nearly unbearable, but I forced myself to keep looking, to memorize every last feature of the girl smiling up at me from the photograph in my hands. Her hair, her smile, the look in her eye that said whoever was taking the picture was in for it. I even made myself remember the things I couldn't see in the picture, like the way her perfume smelled, and the way she would always try to get me to study or do my homework.

I don't know how long I've been sitting in this room, by the bed where she died. I hear people moving throughout the house and talking in quiet voices. I know they're worried about me, but I don't care. All I can think about is her.

How could this happen? Out of everyone, I thought she had one of the highest chances of surviving. She was so smart. I never imagined a day without her by my side. I never thought there would be a day when the sun would rise without her.

I never told her the things I wanted to. I always made excuses. I always pushed it off. I thought there would always be another chance. 'There's always tomorrow,'I would say. Now there are no more tomorrows, no more chances. She's gone, and there's nothing I can do to let her know everything she needed to know, everything I needed her to know.

Slowly, I close my eyes and remember all the times I could have told her and kick myself for being so stupid.

I never thought I'd lose her. She was one of my best friends. If she stayed my best friend, there was no way I would have to go through the pain of having her walk away, because everything was fine that way. But now I've lost her in the worst way possible and there's no way I can get her back.

If I had told her sooner, maybe things would be different. Maybe I wouldn't have spent the last few weeks I had with her trying to get her to forgive me. Maybe we never would have run into those snatchers.

There are so many maybes that may have been, it makes my head spin, but that's all they are and ever will be, maybes. Because I wasted all the todays I had with her convincing myself that there was always tomorrow. Now I'm out of tomorrows and out of time with her.

I wish there was some way I could have that moment back, the moment when I left. I wish I could go back to the times when everything was simple. To the times when all we had to worry about was our school assignments. Then, maybe, I'd have the nerve to tell her. Knowing what I know now, knowing that I'd lose her, maybe I wouldn't have been such a chicken.

I wish I had one more tomorrow, one more day to tell her everything. One more day to explain to her that she is and always will be my everything. Just one more tomorrow, is all I ask for.

Just one more tomorrow.

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