He closed his eyes, and kept them tightly shut, never wanting them to open again, as her's hadn't and never would again. Her musical voice. Gentle, mischievous, light, warm, humorous yet firm. Her blue eyes, the deepest he had ever seen, the bluest. Her flushed cheeks and rosy lips. Then his eyes snapped open in panic, he couldn't remember the exact color of her eyes and he screamed, clawing at his face as his tears cried tears of blood.
He remembered one of their conversations suddenly and was struck with the bitter irony and cruelty of it.
'Why do you always take it to the edge? Why do you always cross the line?'
'What have I done? Now I mean.' She had replied jokingly.
'Nothing particularly now, but that' just your general attitude towards life, isn't it?
She suddenly became serious.
'The reason I like living on the edge is because I don't fear the unknown.'
Seeing my puzzled expression she continued.
'The only reason that a person fears the dark is because he doesn't know what is lurking in the dark around him. The fear of the unknown is what makes the dark terrifying. All of us want our futures illuminated, our paths enlightened. No matter how we protest that we want to make our own way, deep down we're relieved that we don't have to choose. But that's not how I think. Because for me it's not fear, but rather thrill of the unknown.
I like to close my eyes and walk to the edge because at that moment I could be at the edge of a cliff or just the next step.' She finished smiling.
'You do know that you don't make sense, don't you?'
'Yes I do, you just don't get it, because you too have your life head planned for you. You haven't yet felt the urge to break free.'
He understood her now. That had been the day he had fell in love with her and her love of freedom.
He thought about how different they were, so contrasted. Her fiery scarlet hair and his pale silvery. Her deep, dark blue eyes and his like molten silver.
Not just their but their minds too. Again he was struck by how their minds and appearances were alike. She was always full of color, vibrant, tinted. Her mind was the same, like a bird fighting to break free, while his looks were bleached, almost colorless. Yet they were both parts of one, despite their differences.
He thought wistfully about how much he had changed. He was handsome, charming, but on this day, Scorpius malfoy was nothing that he used to be. Just as his Rose wasn't. He made his way through the rows of black, towards the cage that was to hold his love forevermore. It was ironic how peaceful she looked, her beautiful hands folded delicately over her midriff, a beautiful solitaire shining in her finger that reminded him of his dreams and hopes for his life. That reminded him of a feelings he hadn't felt since long, happiness, love…
Her scarlet hair spread around her head like a halo, and a small smile graced her lips. He dragged himself away when he realized that her face would haunt him for the rest of his life, and his tears started to flow. He walked away from the ghostly apparition the said was his Rose. As he got closer and closer to the cliff, he realized what he was going to do. He understood what she had always meant. He closed his eyes and walked resolutely to the cliff. He paused for a moment, checking for any signs of fear, yet smiled realizing that there was nothing to fear as nothing was left to lose. Suddenly a strong gust of wind blew against him. He knew that it meant to change his will but not even God could change his mind now. Smiling again, he took the final step, for he felt no fear of the unknown as he had always known.