I love being alone.
It's a chilling sensation.
It's not like I have a choice either.
Not for a while now. Not since the day I did what the entire world had wanted me to do.
Not since the day that I used the Killing Curse on Lord Voldemort.
Ever since then, I've been confined in this dark cell also known as my mind.
I've lost track of time. I've lost track of meaning. I've lost track of feeling. I've lost track of all my happy memories. I'm lost.
There's no-one left to save me. No-one left to care for me. I'm alone.
And that's the way I like it.