Disclaimer: J.K.'s characters. Not mine.
A/N- this is just a random one shot. I got kinda depressed for no reason and it came to me. Enjoy.
She sat in the window seat, over looking the grounds. Tears silently rolling down her cheeks. She recalled the conversation from earlier that day.
"Please, Ron, I don't understand. Why can't we be together?"
"Its complicated, Mione. I care about you though. I really do. Please believe that."
"How do you expect me to believe that? If you cared you wouldn't be doing this to me."
"I know. And I'm sorry. I don't deserve your forgiveness. But I don't need to deal with a girlfriend right now."
"I hate you Ronald. For all you have done to me."
Now here she sat, tears running down, wishing he where still here. Later she had tried to explain how she had needed him. How he was her life. But for his own selfish reasons he wouldn't listen. She was dying inside without him. Didn't he know that? Didn't he know that there was no possible way to overcome and face the new dawn without him by her side?
She didn't understand. This was all wrong. It wasn't supposed to end like this. She wasn't supposed to feel this pain. This ache.
Sighing she wiped at her tears and picked up a small razor blade. Slowly she tore at the flesh of her wrists, drawing blood. Somehow she didn't feel the pain. She sat there, watching herself bleed, letting life go. And she smiled, as she died inside, for no one would know, she was a beautiful suicide.
Well that's that kiddies. I hope it wasn't too morbid for you. Please let me know what you think…R&R
Might do a sequel if I get enough feed back.