Wc: 306
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She laid her hand on his beating heart, feeling the pulse through her fingertips. Her fingertips trembled in time, as if they were afraid that if they stopped moving, his heart would too.
Crimson spilled over the grass in rivers flowing to oceans and wrapped around her ankles, kissing them. Their touch was warm.
"I never meant for this to happen," she whispered, kneeling on the ground. Her knees splashed against the puddle. This felt like a dream.
He opened his eyes, smiled a little. She tried to imagine what his pupils were saying, what the bloodshot whites of his eyes were saying.
"I'm sorry it had to come to this," she continued. She tried to staunch the wound in his chest with her palm, but he groaned under her touch. Sobbing, she laid the knife down beside her, dropping it in the pool of blood.
His eyes spoke forgiveness, but his lips parted in an angry grimace. How could he forgive the woman who had killed him?
"I won't ask for forgiveness," she said, suddenly standing. "But I suppose you would be good enough to forgive me. You were always too good. Why did you have to always like the bad girls?"
He said nothing, and his hand fell limp.
She began to pace, sobering. "You always said I'd be the death of you. With my talk of Nargles and creatures and my desire to chase after wanderlust and adventure. It was rather Gryffindor of me, wasn't it?"
The rose bushes in the background nodded in the wind as if to agree.
"I always loved you too much," she said. "You were too much for me. You just had to go. I'm sorry."
Luna disappeared her husband's body with a wave of her hand.
Then she pointed her wand at herself and spoke the curse.