Hi ya. I hope you like it. Yet another Harry/Hermione. I looooove them...

Disclaimer: Not mine.

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There's an empty space in my heart. Aching, ripping me from inside out. My mouth is open, and I'm screaming, yet no sound is coming out. Thoughts are running through my mind, but my eyes are blank. It's been a long tie since I've seen myself like this. My eyes are bloodshot and puffy, but look emotionless. My face is pale, and I look sickly. The smile the I'm smiling is just a mask.

I'm really crying inside. How could he leave me? He promised that he wouldn't. But he did.He said he would be alright. But he isn't. He's not fine. I'm not fine. Because of him. I want to hate him. But I can't. All I can do is miss him. Want him.

My heart is breaking. I just want to cry. Nothing helps. I'm trapped in a room of pain and suffering, running in circles. I can't find my way out. I'm stuck, doomed to misery forever. Yes, forever. Not ever until I die. Forever. I will go on for eternity with this awful pain in my heart. Because I loved him. More than the world.

But then, as I watched him fall, my love shattered, it's jagged edges digging into my body. His emerald eyes were once so beautiful. Little flecks of brown and black penetrated their jade color. They sparkled so amazingly. It was awe inspiring how much emotion was carried in them.

You wouldn't have wanted to see him as he died. Those green eyes stopped sparkling. His skin paled. His hair wilted. He was no longer the beautiful person that he once was. He was dead. I didn't cry then. I don't cry now. He would have cried for me. But I didn't die. He did.

I miss him so much. Pain rushes through my body. And I begin to cry, for the first time. Because Harry would have cried for me. He would have done anything for me. And I'd have done anything for him. His body died for me. My soul died for him. We each suffer for each other. We suffer together. And we will stay together.

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Whoa. I've been doing a lot of one-shots lately. Oh well. Lol. R&R, and remember, flames are for arsonists!