Enough
I looked at the foreign, unknown wand twirling between my bruised and battered fingers.
Should I? Shouldn't I?
It would be so easy, just to say two words and end it all. All this pain, all this suffering, just to end it so quickly.
And then I looked up, and saw him. His stone-grey eyes piercing my soul from across the room, the pain flashing across them…
"Do it." He mouthed. "Please."
The world ground to a halt as his lips moved to form the words. It was as though somebody had pressed a slow-motion button. All around me I could see the streaks of light as spells flew past me in all directions, I could hear the screams of the dying and I could feel the sorrow of the dead… but none of it mattered.
All I cared about was the wand in my hand and the blonde-haired figure who was looking at me like I was his last hope.
"Please." He said again – and I heard the words as clearly as I would have done if he's been standing beside me.
I looked at the foreign, unknown wand twirling between my bruised and battered fingers.
Should I? Shouldn't I?
It would be so easy, just to say two words and end it all. All this pain, all this suffering, just to end it so quickly.
It was like I was stood to the side of the room, watching myself as I committed the crime I would never be able to forgive myself for.
The girl that was me lifted the wand and said the words that seemed to silence her surroundings. An explosion of green light rushed away from her and look of despair and total devastation swept across her features like a wave on the ocean.
"No!" I screamed, and I was back, and the world was speeding back up. I looked up to see him -him- double over as the fatal spell hit his stomach. "No!" I cried again. I looked wildly around for some kind of help- but my frantic eyes just met the sorrowful ones of the spectators. I ran to his side as his legs crumpled from beneath him. "I take it back! No, no, I didn't mean it, stay here, stay with me… please!" I begged, and the tears began to creep down my ivory cheeks.
There was a hole in my stomach, and it wouldn't close, it wouldn't do anything except keep getting bigger, it grew and grew, it was going to consume me… and it hurt.
So much.
But I knew what I had to do.
I look at the foreign, unknown wand twirling between my bruised and battered fingers.
And I know I shouldn't.
It would be so easy, just to say two words and end it all. All this pain, all this suffering, just to end it so quickly.
So I lift the wand, point it straight at my heart and say the words that I know – this time – I will never regret.
And it was gone. The pain, the sorrow, the hole that was burning me from the inside out… There is only whiteness, going on forever, and I know that only we exist, just me, just him, forever in each other's arms.
And it is enough.