"In any relationship in which two people become one, the end result is two half people." - Wayne Dyer
Prologue
Age can take its toll on you, even when you're a witch. Even so, one hundred and ten years is a long time to live for anyone, especially with a broken heart.
I thought I saw Scorpius today. But that's impossible. He's been gone for years now. He left, in the dead of the night, before anyone knew, before anyone could do anything. The Healers say it was from natural causes, but what perfectly happy wizard would just die in his sleep at ninety?
He gave me so many good years. We fought so much in the beginning, not even realizing how little time we would have together. But then we got past our differences and became us, we became one; now, he's gone and he's taken the other half of me with him.
I leaned back against the soft pillows of the bed. Sometimes I could still smell his aftershave. Sometimes, it's like he's right beside me, smiling, laughing, and with an arm around my shoulders, warm as ever. I sigh as I exhale and let the memories wash over me.
(A/N: I started this forever ago for a Love Quote challenge on the HPCF and never got around to finishing it until now. I couldn't decide how to publish this, so I'm just doing it piece by piece. Expect more soon! :) Don't forget to review, darlings!)
