I didn't see the debris from the wall. The impact against my body was impossible to miss though.
Death never scared me as much as others. I know George is terrified of it. I don't know what he is going to do without me.
It is almost a conceded thing to say, but in reality we have never spent a day without each other.
He'll have to spend the rest of his life without me because I know I am going to die. It is not as painful as I thought it would be, but there is such an immense pressure inside of me that it's next to impossible to breathe now. My lungs are so sore.
There is so much that I want to say but without a breath I've lost my chance. My brother needs to know that I love him and that he will be okay.
My heart is racing and I know that in moments it will stop beating all together.
A familiar smell fills my nose, but I can no longer see. I'm not even sure if my eyes are open. Hermione's hair tickles my arm and it is one of the last sensations I feel at all. I never told her I loved her, and as I die that is something I regret.
For the sake of Ron I never told her. How could I do that to my brother? We aren't as close as George and I, but it still would feel like a betrayal. He's good for her, but as I die I wonder if I would have been better.
Would I still be dying if I had told her? They say that one little thing can have such large effects later in life. Would telling her I loved her have been the thing to save me?
Its wondrous how much a person thinks about in such a short period of time. The sounds around me feel muffled, but I just catch someone yelling my name. Hermione's smell is no longer around me and I'm filled with a hollow regret. There were so many times where I teased her instead of telling her she was beautiful.
I feel my body shutting down now. It's a weird sensation. I'm becoming lighter.
I let myself go.