(for the) last time
Hugo Weasley/Lysander Scamander
Slash, MxM, yaoi, whatever y'call it.
They never had a proper goodbye. A quick kiss. A half hug. But not that real feeling of 'bye, I'm letting you go.'
He never got the chance for it. He would never get the chance for it. Not now Lysander… he couldn't say the words. Never. Never say never.
Lysander?
The name rolled of the tip of tongue through his lips as it had done so many times before. His hand reached out to the glass. It wasn't real. There was no one behind him. No one brushing his left arm. No one grinning like mad. No one holding his hand. No one blowing in his ear.
He managed a weak smile as he faced the one he was missing so much. He hadn't changed a bit. Messy blond hair. Mint green eyes. Those plush lips curled one of his most adorable and scary smiles at the same time.
His fingers brushed over the glass. Touching… nothing. His smile faltered. Sadness filled his eyes. But he wouldn't cry. Not in front of Lys.
Lysander wrapped his arms around his small waist. He couldn't believe it. After all they had been through. After the stupid goodbye, there Lys was. Wrapping his arms around him. He almost fell on the ground as he tried to lean back in Lysander's touch.
Sorry.
Lysander's mouth moved but no noise was heard. Still, he knew well enough what the blonde had said. An apology that wasn't needed.
He shook his head slowly. His hand slid off the glass, landing beside his body but not before going through the mirror-Lysander's body. He closed his eyes. He hadn't seen that. Lysander was still there and his hand had not gone through the stomach.
I miss you.
There, he had said. He had finally said it. After all those years and weeks of being without him, he had said it. He had never mumbled it to the grave. Never said it to the portrait that hung at Luna's house. Never even told someone else.
He tried to meet Lys' eyes, but the man always looked away. Avoided his stare. Why? Deep inside he knew the answer already. He was seeing Lysander as the last time they had seen each other. Happy, but sadness had lingered in Lysander's eyes. Sadness because of Lorcan. Sadness because Luna couldn't look at Lys anymore.
He wanted to get Luna. Show her her two sons in the Mirror. Happy. Together. But he couldn't. He was alone. Lost on a deserted place. He didn't even know where he was except for Hogwarts. He didn't want to know. When he left this place, he would return to his normal life. Then he would've said a proper goodbye to his Lysander.
I really did.
There was no need in confirming it. Lysander could read it in his eyes, but he had to say it. He had to mean it. The words had to come out perfectly. His fingers brushed the glass one last time.
Goodbye.