TO RON
(a/n: It's about the return of Voldemort, and when I wrote this, I'm not really sure whose point of
view I was thinking from. But
I'm thinking it's either Harry or Hermione, or someone they go to school with. I dunno. You decide.)
"It's over," You said
You said it with such finality
You were so damn sure.
But now it really is over.
And you made it that way.
Were you keeping a promise to me?
Or was it to someone else?
Yourself?
I have to wonder.....
Could I have done more?
Hell, would you have *let* me?
Why were you always so alone,
so cold and obvious about it?
So many questions. And goddammit
I'll never know the answers.
I don't know who to blame,
or who to run to.
Weasley determination
Weasley tempers
Weasley fucking brains
Why were you always
so
Right?
Chess, Quidditch, classes
you knew it all
and you had it too, but you never flaunted it
You had me, you had her.
WHY just tell me now
Tell me why you couldn't just ask for some fucking
help?
I would have done anything for you.
You knew it.
Goddammit, Ron.
You never gave me a fucking chance
to say how much
I love you.