He sacrificed his life for mine. The boy I always loved. He was my man. I feel so cold without him, the one I truly loved. He never knew how I felt, that I felt deeply for him. He never knew I ment to tell him. I was about to die but the man that should have lived jumped in front. There may be no more evil but I`d rather live in fear with my soul mate then this fate, the fate without him. His cold body layed in mine for hours. I didn`t want to believe it but it is true. He loved me and never told me too. That brave man died a hero. He didn`t have to die. If I wasn`t so weak I could have died instead of him.This world needs him, they don`t need me, for they look at me with pity. I met the boy before we even met. I read books of him and loved him at once. I was with him at the most rough times. Mourning over his father and even helped him defeat Voldemort the first time. I loved him so much when I heared he was safe at Ron`s. I didn`t believe anyone when they accused the hero of being the hier of Slytherin. He was so brave to save us all a 3rd time. The man that was a kid almost died when he fell off his broom in our third year hearing the cries of his mother. Now as I stand at his grave I rember that year, our 4th year. When Voldemort finally attacked with a great force. The kid saved me, the kid I love and will always love. A child taking on the responsibility of an adult, who died as an adult and who loved as an adult. I can feel so much pain. IT isn`t fair I said time and time again. No one would listen to my pain. The pain of hell. It is worse then death. I should have died instead…………..
Okay… SO it is a little more gloomy then meant to be.. I hope you like it and if you don`t well, I`m sorry but there is nothing I can do. Thanks 4 reading it!