The dark-haired girl dashes into the room and leans against the wall, panting heavily. She is looking for someone.
Something tells her she will not find him.
She walks slowly to the door opposite her and takes a deep breath of the air and lets it out again, quickly, because the room is cold and metallic and harsh and so is the air inside. She closes her eyes for just a moment and then reaches out and opens the heavy door. It's not hard, not for her, because she knows what she is about to find will be even harder. Before looking in she hisses an almost-silent spell at the door to stay open. She doesn't want to be locked in with anything.
With something.
She finds him there on the floor and his red hair is streaked with scarlet blood there on the floor in that strange room in a place she once knew nothing of. She gasps and puts her hands to her face and she kneels there beside his body, not yet cold, and takes his limp hand in hers.
"I never knew this would happen."
But it is a lie, because she has always known in her heart and her mind and her soul that sooner or later, it would.
She had never kissed him.
She had always wanted to.
She turns to him, and tilts her face upward so that the tears can fall unhindered.
"I was going to tell you, next time."
He doesn't reply. He can't.
He's gone.
She can't see it. She believes he will come back. She believes he is still there.
"Ron," she cries, shaking his arm, "it's not funny! Come back, Ron! Come baaaaack!"
There is no wind in the room, yet the pretense of a raging storm snatches the anguished shriek from her. She can't even keep that.
She looks at his face then and sees a calm, a peace that has never been there before. She lowers her face and her hands and she kisses his lips, for the first time and without doubt the last.
He is gone now.
She can see it.
"Goodbye," she whispers and places her fingertips on her lower lip to keep it from shaking. It's a send-off for the boy she has loved for years.
She swears she can see his soul leave his body. She swears she will see him again someday.
She walks gradually into the main hallway. She has aged in the moments that have passed since she went into that room.
He is dead now.
She doesn't know if she will ever be completely alive again.