The smooth surface of the lake glimmers before you. You hug your knees tight to your chest and sigh softly.
He stands behind you. His hand touches your shoulder and you shiver. His touch is so cold now.
"You look beautiful," he says. His voice is so soft it barely travels across the wind. "That dress is perfect."
"I was hoping you would like it."
"So you knew I would come?"
"I hoped," you say. "Hope is all I have anymore."
"I know," he says sadly.
"It's been three weeks, Draco. I haven't slept. I haven't eaten. I don't know what to do anymore."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't say that. You've never said that before. Don't say that."
It is his turn to sigh.
He sits down beside you. Turns a pebble over in his hand.
"I wish I could make this easier for you."
"But you can't."
"No," he agrees. "I can't."
"I've lost everything," you whisper, looking at your feet. "There's nothing left."
He says nothing.
Then.
"Are you sure this is the way?"
You nod with an air of resolution. "It's the only way."
He nods. "See you soon, then."
And he is gone. You no longer see him as you step into the freezing water. Your black dress clings to your skin. You walk further under, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath as water floods your lungs.
Strong arms pull you out. It's bright daylight now.
You walk across the surface and stare into familiar grey eyes.
fin