The paper he sent to me boggled my mind. It was amazing sometimes how the world could work so well in your favour for so long, then unexpectedly crash. I crumpled it up, threw it, picked it back up, unraveled it and read it again. I could feel tears build up. Ron always said my eyes were the most amazing shade of grey he'd ever seen when I cried. He said they turned nearly translucent. He said they were beautiful.
I read the note once more.
"I'm sorry Draco. It's been too much. It's over.
-Ron"