Disclaimer: I own nothing

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

A/N: Idea taken from the Angst Bunnies topic (HPFFC), created by ChoCedric. Something I meant to write anyways…

This was supposed to be a special day. The final task of the Tournament – my love competing and trouncing the other Champions. No such luck, I realize as I see what has happened.

I don't run down to the center, though I want to so badly. Instead, I stay put and try to pretend that nothing has happened. Why him, I ask myself, instead of the other boy?

I do run, though, just not to where I want to go. Instead, I find myself in a deserted corridor, someplace where no one will find me. To say that I am sad would be an understatement – I'm sobbing, and all I know is that he's dead. I know it'd be worse if I knew more details, I just know it.

Eventually, one of the younger kids that get used as messengers comes and finds me. She says that they need me; that I need to know what happened before everyone else. This, I decide, will probably be the most uncomfortable moment of my life – sitting in a room with his parents, listening as someone gives us details.

I follow the girl, and I listen to the explanation. Then I take off again, wanting nothing more than to be alone for a decent bit of time. The sight of his lifeless body will haunt me forever, I am certain; so will the memories I have of him. Everything we were, everything we did, everything we never were, everything we never did – it's too much for me now.

I cry uncontrollably at the funeral, and no one asks why. They all know I was his girlfriend, and for once they don't hate me for it. It's like they know that I'm not the only one who'll lose someone, just the first. I hope with everything within me that he did not die in vain.