A pale, dark haired boy is walking towards her, she is too wound up in her expectation to see him. His eyes match the icy, grey ocean pounding against the cliff the girl looks out over from her bench. The cold beauty of the boy is enough to make a watcher catch their breath. She looks up as he approachs and in a move so fluid and graceful that she could be liquid, flowing towards the object of her gaze she is standing, rushing towards him with all the terrible passion and destruction of a tsunami.
You hear her cry "Sirius!" her voice is choaked, tear stained and so sorrowful you want to hold her until whatever is making her so distraught goes, leaving this lovely, lovely girl/woman to move back into the image of perfection she must inhabit when the world is not looking so bleak.
He bends his head to her ear and in a furious whisper, silent to you at your distance, tells her what she has been waiting to hear. Her body seems to sag, and a wretched, unearthly screaming fills the air. The sound is so terrible, so heartbreaking that you find yourself covering your ears.
The boy shushes her, grabbing her hand and pulls her away from the scene. He half supports her as he tries to make her move with him, they slowly progress down the side of the hill, her screaming cuts off and is replaced by a deep, raw sobbing. They move into a dark side street, where there is a crack and then silence.
The silence scares you more then the screaming and you half jog half walk towards the alley, you peer around the corner and there is not a sign that the beautiful girl, who will haunt your dreams for the rest of your life and her mysterious companion have ever been there.