I am a liar.
Twenty four months ago, I told you I would keep you safe. I promised myself I would keep you safe. I told you I loved you.
I broke that promise.
Twenty four weeks ago, you knelt down on one new and asked for my hand in marriage. I said yes. We spent that night kissing, our limbs tangled and eventually, your head on my chest.
Twenty four days ago, you were wrongly accused of a crime I know you would never do. You went to court in front of the Minister. They thought you were raising Voldemort. They thought you had brainwashed me into helping you as well. You said nothing. I begged you to.
Twenty four hours ago, you were sentenced for death. We spent those last hours holding each other, crying, giving everything we have to each other in a dimly lit room, both of us covered in tears and sweat.
You comforted me. You held me in your arms like you've done for the past two years. The simple gesture used to calm me, protect me, tuck me in an envelope of warmth and safety until my eyes finally closed and my breathing slowing on your chest. Now, all it does is remind me of how I will never have you again. I will never have this again, never have you again.
Twenty four minutes ago, I saw you burned alive in the pyre. I saw your silver-grey eyes that shined brighter than the sun finally cloud over and dim. I saw your body falling limp, your blood from the cuts they made on your back before staining the wood floor and seeping into the grass. I saw your platinum blonde hair fall with you. I saw the heat and flames burn you.
That entire time, you did not scream. You did not wail, you did not cry, you only stared. You stared at me-- at me, while you were being scorched and burned alive. You were dying, and yet you looked only at me as if I was the only thing-- the best thing in the world.
I was the one who screamed. I was one who begged for your life, for mercy. I was the one who cried for you, who wailed, who yelled at pure frustration. I was the one who prayed to the sky that you'll be okay. For people to know that you've done nothing, that you are innocent. That you were the best person in the world. That they could see you the way I see you.
I stared back at you. Your silver eyes saw right through me like they always had. You knew when I lied, you knew when I was upset, you knew when I wanted you more than anything. You knew when I loved you.
When I woke, I turned. I had expected to see you again, your resting face and your hair mussed. Your eyes closed, your breathing shallow, your hand holding mine. Your soft murmurs and how you grab on to me when I start to let go, and t hen forcing eventually crawling back in and kiss you gently on the forehead because you were too precious. Your warmth and comfort.
I woke up to an empty bed. I've never felt so cold.
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(A/N): Unbeta'd. I'm in an angsty mood these days. Drarry.
