~ Warning: death, dark, mentioned HP/LV ~
I don't own HP stories.
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I look at my hands. There is blood on them, even though I don't understand why. All I wanted was just to run away from the pain, nothing more. I just wanted to delete this person from my life. This human being was annoying, rude, didn't understand what I want and what I need, I just want her gone. I wanted that person to disappear. But she didn't go. She only repeated the words that I didn't listen, held actions which I ignored. I did not believe it ... I don't believe in the kind words and friendly gestures.
Harry looks back around. He was kneeling over the dead girl. Finally the silence, though not in a manner that he wanted. In a dark room is just one other person. Voldemort looks at the body. Then he quietly sighs and walks up to the boy. Embraces him and slowly take him to the door. Brown hair girl soaked in blood.
~ end ~
