AN: HP belongs to JK Rowling. This is just a short little drabble, not sure if there's any point to it…
I stand before the dark expanse of water, my salty tears mixing with those of the ocean. Moonlight reflects across the choppy water, casting a strange glow across the water's surface.
My eyes trail upward, the night sky is streaked with stars, the moon gentle against the gray clouds. My hand tightens upon the rose in my grip, practically crushing the delicate stem with my pain. The far off sound of the waves crashing against the rocks is a buoy to my heart, making this moment all the more real.
You're gone, you're never coming back to me, and it hurts so much.
The rose slips from my hand, as my heart finally lets you go. The red flutters into the dark ocean, floating for an instant, before being dragged down. A single petal I still hold, caressing it lovingly, wishing it were you.
"Goodbye Severus."
The petal is taken by the passing wind as I let go and my eyes close with prayer.
I miss you.
AN: The end. My mum has a thing for throwing roses in the ocean to remember, so I wrote this on one of our trips.
-Red