"Tis better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all."
Whoever wrote that was an idiot and a fool, and had clearly never truly loved. When you love someone, you give them everything you are, and receive everything they are. You merge into each other until there is no me, but we; no my, but our. You are no longer two but one being, one entity with two bodies.
What happens if one of the bodies dies?
There is no more we, no more our. No more us. It is like having your soul torn from your body, ripped apart by some gargantuan beast. There is no more desire to live because there is nothing to live for, no joy left in existence. There is no more colour, no more music; the world is monochrome, monotone drudgery.
I want you to know I tried. For the past three years I have tried to keep going, to live on, but I can't. He was...everything. Everything. And he is gone.
So I don't want you to grieve for me, or to cover the truth. Tell the world I died by my own hand, that I couldn't continue without my other self; the yin to my yang, the black to my white. Tell them everything we kept hidden, because there is no use hiding it now - no one to protect by concealment and misdirection.
Tell them how I fell apart, was put back together, but broke aain on his death.
Show them the price that was paid for their freedom. They need to see it, so they don't make the mistakes that led to this again. Show them the way forward.
I'm sorry, my friends, but I can't stay. Take care of yourselves and each other, and I hope we meet you in Elysium.
Harry James Black Potter-Malfoy
