Porcelain

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Her face is white and staring

Her lips will never move again

Her friends have all abandoned her

She's too much of a complication

For them

They shed a tear

A single one

Then jump back onto their brooms

And laugh about the Weasley's

Latest

Prank

Only he stays by her side

His fingers entwined in hers

He's too afraid to move

He's scared that she might break

Her life has been taken

Through her own hands

Her blood and her hatred for the world

Seep around her

Like a halo

Come from hell

Already her lips are going white

The afterlife is claiming her

Like a rose's petal

She wilters and she falls

The world has given up on her

God has turned his back on her

Mother Nature overlooks her

Strength upon strength

None of them care

Only he

And he doesn't care

What the others think

Because no matter what

He can't leave behind him

The words she last spoke to him

"You wouldn't miss me if I left.

You really wouldn't care

You'd sing and dance and leap with joy

And the memory of me

Would fade

Into eternity"

He hated her

Truth

But he'd been the one

To always see her cry

The tears that broke him

Found her by the lake

Her body motionless

A dague in her hand

And it had been

His turn

To cry

Twenty years he gave

To his soul

To forget her

But the memory

Of her face

White as snow

And cold as ice

Haunts him

He's lost to her

And she's won the battle

Because forever

Has become her

And death

Is her

And he

Must now find her

~* Fin *~