A/N: Hey kids! I'm back (-ish)! I would just like to profusely apologize for literally skipping out for six months. I realise that I've done this before and yikes, it'll probably happen again because I'm just the worst. As you know I have a WIP (it's called Life After Weasley) and if you've been waiting for like literally anything to happen I'm so sorry. I was going to just mark it as abandoned so I wouldn't keep disappointing people, but then I re-read the reviews (which, by the way, make me feel all warm and fluffy inside) and I just can't abandon it now. It will, however, continue to be a long-ass time in between updates, mostly 'cause I'm the holder of several Procrastinator-of-the-Year awards. I promise that I'm trying super super hard to be more consistent, but I get really frustrated with my writing sometimes and writer's block hits me like a ton of bricks all the damn time.
Okay with the updates over, here we go. This is only really intended to be a oneshot, and at this point not really sure how it's gonna work itself out, but I may continue it if enough people beg me to. Also, just a warning now, it's gonna have many many emotions. ALSO also, this is my first Drarry, and we're just gonna ignore a lot of shit that happened in the books. Sound good? Perfect. Here we go.
Oh, wait, one more thing. I have NEVER recommended songs for fics (honestly, I think it's a little presumptuous to do so), but these ones are just begging to be recommended, so if you want help to feel the feels, I suggest "Chasing Cars" by Snow Patrol, "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls, or "Cough Syrup" by Young the Giant. Okay enough, enough. I swear we're gonna start now.
A tempestuous storm swirls relentlessly around a shadowy figure with a shock of blond hair as he kneels in a caliginous glade of trees. He knows that he should be inside, with his family, his friends, his loved ones, but on days like this, he craves solitude as he contemplates succumbing to the darkness.
A peculiar slab of white marble streaked with red veins lies before him, a wreath of purple larkspur arranged over it.
Larkspur. First love.
Tears stream steadily down his face now as he remembers. There was a time when he would've scrubbed those tears away angrily, but he now relishes the ability to feel anything, even anguish and loss.
He remembers the first time jade-green eyes met his with trust and love in lieu of disgust, when that shy smile was first directed towards him, the exact moment when adoration replaced loathing.
He also remembers when those bright eyes dulled with pain, when that smile twisted into a grimace wrought with agony, when his adoration transformed into crippling fear.
Another sob tears from his lips.
He stares at the words gracing the marble, barely visible through the flowers
My Beloved.
Below it, two dates. He refuses to dwell on the brief period between them.
I love you.
Almost unconsciously, he strokes the engraved platinum band adorning his left hand.
Sine te nihil sum. Without you I am nothing.
He feels these words far more ferociously now than he ever did when his husband was alive.
It's true, you know. Without you, I would cease to exist.
Oh, how he wishes he could. How desperately he wants to leave this broken mortal world. But he can't.
Promise me. Promise you'll stay. For her.
He's gone. He's gone and he's never coming back.
Please. Don't leave me. You can't leave me.
The weight of his emotions are too much and he collapses under them. The tears flow readily, now, the sobs persistent. His lungs burn with effort as he struggles not to scream into the abyss.
Please. I love you.
A soft whisper.
I love you.
A sharp sob.
Don't leave me.
Soft footsteps pad towards him, but they go unnoticed in the midst of his torment.
Promise me.
Hesitantly, a little girl climbs into her father's lap, hugging his torso.
Stay for her.
He wraps his long limbs around her, clinging to her.
I love you. Stay with me.
In the midst of a chaotic tempest, the blond cradles the last remnants of his beloved and weeps.
Rose. For sorrow. For unity. For undying love.
Together, they will survive. Together, they will mourn. Together.
I love you.
