I wrote this when I was in a rather depressed mood and after a near break-up with my partner of over a year. The "her" it refers to is Hermione, but her lost lover can be anyone you feel like putting in there.
Five cuts, deep.
Her wrists seeping blood as life seeps from her body.
Four words. Only four.
"I don't love you."
Three years, three!
Their happiness ended in a moment.
Two lies. Too many.
"I'll love you forever. I want no-one else."
A tear, just one.
Her heart in shock, empty, left with nothing.
Nothing.
No love, no life, no him, none. Her brown eyes closed as death embraces her like he once did.
Nothing.