I'm looking down at him, as he is lying in my arms, neither of us can
believe what has happened. He stares at me, his eyes roaming over my face,
as if he is trying to remember every detail of my features. In return, I'm
staring at him, looking at his perfect eyes, perfect smile, his face has
changed me in so many ways.
I don't want to believe it; I don't think I can believe it. It happened right here, happened so quickly. We were walking back to our hotel, along Oxford Street, holding hands, warm, happy, in love. We've only been together for 4 years, it can't be time, we're only 23. Why is nobody stopping to help us? Anyway, as I said, we were walking back and I suddenly felt this. . .presence behind me, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a shadow. We heard the gunshot, and then he fell. I think I screamed, but I'm not sure.
I've tried a spell, but magic won't work on this wound. He keeps telling me he's going to die. I'm reassuring him, but privately I'm agreeing with him, and I'm already dying inside. Why would someone do this to him? To us? To anyone? I look at him, the warm tears falling from my eyes, sliding down my face, mingling with the downpour that began when it happened. He's crying too, I think this moment will stay with me forever.
He's finding it so hard to speak, yet, with his last breath, he looks at me, smiles and speaks, words I'll cherish forever.
"I'll always love you."
"I'll always love you too, don't leave me."
And then he is gone, has left me alone to face the world, without him. I'm crying so hard I can barely think, let alone speak, but I just about manage to choke out his name before I break down completely.
"Harry."
I don't want to believe it; I don't think I can believe it. It happened right here, happened so quickly. We were walking back to our hotel, along Oxford Street, holding hands, warm, happy, in love. We've only been together for 4 years, it can't be time, we're only 23. Why is nobody stopping to help us? Anyway, as I said, we were walking back and I suddenly felt this. . .presence behind me, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a shadow. We heard the gunshot, and then he fell. I think I screamed, but I'm not sure.
I've tried a spell, but magic won't work on this wound. He keeps telling me he's going to die. I'm reassuring him, but privately I'm agreeing with him, and I'm already dying inside. Why would someone do this to him? To us? To anyone? I look at him, the warm tears falling from my eyes, sliding down my face, mingling with the downpour that began when it happened. He's crying too, I think this moment will stay with me forever.
He's finding it so hard to speak, yet, with his last breath, he looks at me, smiles and speaks, words I'll cherish forever.
"I'll always love you."
"I'll always love you too, don't leave me."
And then he is gone, has left me alone to face the world, without him. I'm crying so hard I can barely think, let alone speak, but I just about manage to choke out his name before I break down completely.
"Harry."