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The Sea is Never Ending

Warning: Suicide

He didn't know how he had become this. Maybe since Ginny had left him, saying that she couldn't take his nightmares, the depression that had fallen over him after he had killed Voldemort. They wouldn't go away, and she couldn't take it.

But he couldn't begrudge her over that. The only thing he could feel anymore was pain. He couldn't feel anything other than pain, not happiness, nothing. The Wizarding world still thought that he was their savior, but how could he be, if he couldn't even take care of himself?

He had tried, of course. But he simply wasn't able. He had lost the will to live.

He walked out of the house in Godric's Hallow. He walked to the cliff overlooking the sea, lost in his thoughts, staring at his feet.

The sea. The never ending sea.

He couldn't take it anymore. It would overwhelm him eventually. He would come back to this eventually, even if he walked away today. Better to do this now rather than tomorrow.

Besides, there was nothing for him in this life anyway. No one would mourn him when he died. No one would even know if he had died. There would be no remains, no way to prove it. It's not like he was leaving anybody behind.

Perhaps, perhaps he might even meet his parents. To just talk with them, to have a break from this pain that threatened to overwhelm him even now, that would be heaven.

Making his mind up, he walked to the edge of the cliff, staring at the sea below him.

Would anyone miss him?

No, of course not. No one cared enough to visit him now, so why would they miss him ever?

He put one foot over the edge. There was no turning back now. He was glad it was dark. He didn't want anyone seeing him and putting two and two together.

He jumped.

A/N: Well, that was it! Hoped you like it. Please review!