He locked his eyes onto me, burrowing straight to my soul. A place he had been thousands of times before, a place I allowed him to go. He knew all of my secrets, what feared of the dark, and he made me feel safe. I trust him. I still trust him. Despite all of this he has a duty to uphold that I can not interfere with. In his eyes the realization of a moment dreaded draws sadness to him. We knew this might happen one day. I accepted my fate if came to be.
"Get on with it!" A voice covered by the mask breaks our connection commands. Now my heart starts to pound fight or flight kicking in, knowing neither is possible.
"My pleasure." He says not looking at me, shame flooding him. I watch as he rises his wand up, it's shaking slightly. I began to fear the others noticing his hesitation and he seems to realize that too as he steadies himself. He mouths the words I'm sorry as I start to cry with a slight nod of reinsurance. What must be done has it be.
"Avada kedavra."