You're an angel.

Your eyes are beautiful, your voice a song. When I see you I feel whole, when you smile I feel as if I could be happy for eternity just knowing that you're smiling for me. Your hands are soft yet firm, and I can always tell that only I get to feel those hands, they are mine.

As you lie in my arms, I can't help but let tears fall. I don't want you to go, I don't want you to go. It is my fault that it happened this way. My own fault. And you know it but you don't care. You know it but you forgive me. Because you love me. Because you love me.

And I can almost see a halo around your messy hair, gleaming with a brightness that only you can have. You look serene in my arms, smiling up at me as though you feel no pain. I know you feel pain.

You're an angel. You're my angel.

Even angels fall.

I knew this day would come, angel. I knew you would slip away and I didn't do anything to avoid it. I knew you would die but I didn't care.

Until now.

They told me that you would never live past our seventh year. And I knew it. I wanted it because I hated you. I hated you. Always pure, good. Never in between. You could only see things in black or white. But I, I was gray and so unbeknownst to you. Good or evil, that is your way.

I am not good. I am watching you die in my arms. I could have told them not to but I didn't, I am a coward in all truth.

I am not evil. Don't you see? I am holding you as you die for only one reason.

I love you. You're my angel.

Even angels fall.

I can't hide my feelings now. I want so badly to touch your face and whisper into your ear how I feel. But you wouldn't understand. Even when you raise your head and whisper to me that you love me. I know these will be near to your last words.

I love you too. I do. But admitting it to you means that I have to accept the fact that you are dying. You are leaving and I can't live my life knowing that the only person I ever loved is gone because of my own pitiful being.

So as you close your eyes and slip away, please remember that I will always be with you. If you can't be with me in person then please, look after me and be my angel.

Be my angel, let me turn my life around.

I want you to know that I love you, angel. You will be a beautiful heavenly being once you've passed on.

A truly beautiful angel.

But Harry, I will never forget this moment. The moment I whispered as you died in my arms.

"I love you."

Even angels fall.