The rain pounded against the window. Her vision was foggy, clouded by her tears. She knelt beside his limp body, cradling his head in her hands. Pain gripped her chest and her breath caught in her throat.
He was gone. She would never see him again. She would never hear his voice. She would never work with him, stand by his side, go to Hogsmeade, speak over supper, laugh, bicker, banter; it was all over.
She ran her fingers through his dark gray hair. The remnants of his magical hourglass lay, shattered, around his body. His skin was cold, his eyes lifeless.
She had always thought they would have more time. She had taken every moment for granted. She had waited for him to say the words she, so desperately, wanted to hear. She could see the love in his eyes, feel it in his touch, the warmth of his laughter. Now she would never hear him say it, she would never hear him say I love you.
Worse, she would never be able to tell him: I love you too, I always have. The way she had always dreamed she would say it. They could have been together, could have been happy.
It was true, she realized.
You never know what you have until it's gone.
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Camp Potter: First Aid (angst) Week 2: broken hourglass 2. "you never know what you have until it's gone", 3. Rain
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