Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Tired of waiting, running through empty fields, feet imprinting the grass, searching for something that is just out of reach.
Fingers checking the steady pulse on a pale wrist, reminding herself her heart is still beating, reminding herself that she is still living.
Big dreams flying away into the night.
He catches up to easily, pale eyes looking her over with concern as he grabs her arm and forces her to stop. Ignoring him completely, she is tired of waiting after all, she pulls away and continues into the dark.
He's soon beside her and she can almost hear the pounding of his heart and she's forced to look away from him and to the moon which is blood red and she finds it almost comforting in a twisted way.
She doesn't know how long she runs and she doesn't know how long he follows but she knows it must have been long because suddenly she just can't go anymore.
She stops and stumbles and suddenly she's falling but he's catching her before she makes it all the way down.
"Thanks," she whispers as they sink to the ground. He wraps his arms around her.
"You'll make it through this," he says. "Don't give up on me. Don't give up on us."
She doesn't know what to say so she doesn't say anything at all.
He plants a kiss on top of her hair and she relaxs a bit.
"Don't leave me again," she pleads softly and he tightens his hold around her.
"I won't. I swear."
She believes him.