A/N: I'm trying angst for the first time ever! I don't think I can write it well cos I'm not a very angsty person, but I just wanted to give it a go.
It had been two years, eleven weeks and six days since he lost her to Lorcan Scamander. He could remember it, the images ingrained in his mind for all eternity. It was cruel that all the bad memories overpowered the good memories in Scorpius Malfoy's mind.
She looked perfect in white. So pure. So innocent. So Rose. She clutched her father's arm. He beamed as she cried, but they weren't tears of happiness. She caught Scorpius' eye once. He saw in those blue depths what she wanted to say. I love you. I'm sorry.
Albus sat next to Scorpius. He squeezed his shoulder comfortingly. In Al's green eyes, Scorpius saw pity. I wish it was different, they said. Al was his best friend, but he would never understand.
Scorpius looked at the bridal party. Lily was standing there, stunning in a dress of powder blue. He saw Rose reach for Lily's hand. Lily took it and squeezed it. Scorpius told Lily about his and Rose's relationship. He hoped she would make Rose see. But she couldn't. In Lily's deep brown eyes he saw an apology. I tried, they told him. I tried.
Scorpius tried too. He tried to show her that his love for her was stronger than her fear of what her family might think. In the rest of her family's eyes, varied shades of blue, green and brown, he saw nothing. They didn't know. Rose never told them.
To this day, no one but Al and Lily knew. His Rose was still not his Rose, but he had never stopped loving her.
It was raining. Rose liked rain. She said it was soothing when it was light, adventurous when it was hard. She and Scorpius used to go running in it.
Scorpius. She saw him at Christmas, but it wasn't truly him. He was an empty shell, and it was all Rose's fault.
What Scorpius didn't know was that her heart still belonged to him. She could never give it to Lorcan, no matter how much she wished she could.
She hadn't gone running in the rain since Hogwarts. Since Scorpius.
She stepped outside in the pouring rain.
Scorpius was running in the rain. The fresh, cool water poured down his face like a cheap substitute for the tears he hadn't cried in years, tears he now wished for so desperately.
When Rose left, she reduced him to this. An inhuman being, never able to cry.
He saw her running, but he didn't think it was her. Just a figment of his imagination. But she looked older than the Rose in his mind. She looked wiser and more mature. But that was still her soaking red hair dripping her drenched face as her legs carried her through the long grass. She was wearing a white dress.
She saw him. She stopped.
"Scorpius," she whispered.
"Rose," he whispered back.
Tears mixed with the raindrops on her face. In her blue eyes, he saw everything she wanted to say. I miss you. I need you. I love you.
Scorpius felt newer, hotter raindrops on his own face. He was crying, too. The last time he cried was when he lost her, and now the first time he cried was when he found her.
She held out her hand.
He took it.