Glaciers
I never actually thought that day would come. My problem was simple: I got accustomed to the feeling of not being alone. I had my pack. I had Prongs. I had Padfoot. I had Wormtail. A young woman even joined our circle of friendship and trust. There is nothing now. Very much nothing left. The war took it's toil on the lot of us. I stand alone now.
I left that life behind. The man that had done so much for me has no idea where I am. I left in the dead of night promptly after the funeral. I suppose it makes me a coward for running. No family left or friends, I am convinced it's better this way. I'd manage. I always do some way or another. I took what money I had and boarded the ship to go across the North Atlantic. Looking over the vast ocean, it's cold and the glaciers move slowly. They drift ever so leisurely along the sea. You have to really look to see them move from afar but they are moving. Trust me. The glaciers are a giant hunk of ice that's taken centuries to form. No matter the time, anything can be broken. I hate to be the bearer of appalling news.
I rest my elbows on the railing on this enormous ship and stare at them. The water moving them along just as it does me. Drifting along this sapphire blanket that sloshes on the sides. Wherever this giant boat takes me, it'll be miles away from the life I knew and I hope that the pain subsides. I hope that I find something which melts away the icy coldness inside my soul. For now, my tears are as frozen as that glacier that has me entranced, I simply drift with the ocean and wherever it takes me.
A/N: Written for the "If you dare challenge" Prompt #1 Glaciers