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Hogwarts Writing Club, Week 3 - Back

Pack a Punch Drabble Competition - Graveyard

Wordcount Without AN - 302


Weak


He lay on the ground, the wet grass soaking through the back of his robe. He didn't feel it, didn't feel the cold, didn't feel any of it.

It wasn't supposed to be like this, dammit.

She was supposed to live, live far longer than him. She was supposed to keep herself safe. She was supposed to keep herself alive.

Tears coursed down his cheeks, falling rapidly into his ears and down the sides of his neck. He didn't bother wiping them away. He didn't care that they were proof of his weakness.

It was true.

He was weak.

If he was stronger, he'd have fought for her. After all, it was his comrades that had killed her, his brothers in arms that had taken her life as though it meant nothing.

He'd done nothing to stop it.

Not that he knew about it.

That changed nothing.

He was weak.

Her body was beneath him, six foot under the grass that soaked his robes. He lay in the graveyard she'd been buried in, feeling her there, the closest he could get to her now. Hed thought of attempting to join her.

He knew he couldn't.

Not only was he too cowardly to take his own life, but she was an angel, and he knew he would be heading to that special layer of hell saved for murderers.

He hadn't been good enough for her in life, and there was no reason for that to change in death.

Turning over, so he lay on his stomach, Regulus let his hand fall to rest on her headstone, his hand covering her name, as though if he couldn't see it, it would change the reality.

"Marlene... I love you. I'm sorry."