Autumn Flowers
The wind rustled the leaves. They danced joyfully around his felt, mocking him. He stumbled forward, clutching the bouquet of autumn flowers to his chest. Freesia, Roses, Lilies and Queen Anne 's lace, he knew she would have approved, if she had a way to tell him.
At the top of the hill he fell to his knees on the damp earth. He reached out and touched her name, tracing every letter with shaking fingers. His eyes drifted closed as he dragged his fingers back to his side, brushing over stone and cool, smooth marble. He laid the flowers down and pulled the half-empty bottle from his jacket. He unscrewed the lid and took a drink. The amber liquid burned its way down his throat and settled in a fiery pool at the pit of his stomach.
"They tell me you wouldn't want this and maybe they are right," His blue eyes looked up. He wished he could see her face, just one more time, for one more minute. "but, tell me, how am I supposed to move on?" The words caught in his throat and tears rimmed his eyes. He knew he was in a bad state but, as far as he knew, there was no life left for him. She was gone and so was he. He just had the misfortunate of being left behind.
"You're my world. My everything. I can't stand living a moment without you in it." He took another long swig from the bottle before holding it out, as if showing it off. "This might not be right, or good for me, but, it is the only thing that eases the pain. I don't feel good. I'll never feel good again but, it makes it hurt less. It makes me numb." The admission brought forth a shudder form the young man. A stifled sob stuck in his throat, "Numb is better than nothing. I just want to die."
He sat there for what seemed like an eternity, as the sun started to set and gentle rain began to fall. The soft fall of the rain infuriated him. It did not match the storm raging inside of him. He turned his eyes up toward the sky and wondered if she was watching him. Wasn't rain simply tears from the heavens? The thought that she could be crying for him, when he was missing her, brought some sort of peace over him.
He tucked the bundle of flowers into the mounted vase. He pulled the hood of the jacket up over his head and turned to lay on his back, his eyes staring up into the clouded sky. "You know I miss you, don't you?" He asked.
The wind rustled the leaves and he imagined he could hear her voice, one last time, "I love you Ron. I miss you Ron. I'm sorry Ron."
"I hate that you left me. Why did you leave me?" The tears filled his eyes.
He stayed there as day turned to night and the rain began to cease.
Drenched and cold and alone, he picked up the empty bottle of whiskey with trembling hands and rose to his feet.
"I don't care what they say, Hermione. I love you." He spoke to the wind, "and I'll never get over you."
disclaimer -I do not own ron or hermione. for the rubick's cube challenge. I could not think of ANYTHING for ron/hermione and then this came to mind - so i hope it's alright. Also going to submit for the Open Categories Competition - Angst :) reivews are always appreciated :)