the sun and the moon
He walked out of his dormitory, out of his common room, and made his way to the place where he'd do it, and looked out at the sky. He didn't remember getting there. He walked towards the balcony, assessing the height of it's barrier. Low. He could easily throw himself off of it, no problem. He'd fall so far down that on impact, it'd be over.
And over quickly.
He walked to the edge, and looked down. Wasn't that what you weren't supposed to do? Don't look down, the ignorant ones would call if you were up high. But what was the point of being high, being in danger, if you couldn't see the impending doom? If you were oblivious to death, lying right below your feet?
He hoisted one leg over the barrier, then the other. He was just sitting, then, looking out at death and about to embrace it-
"What are you doing?"
The voice shocked him, and whiplash echoed painfully in his neck as he saw the girl in the flowing nightgown, sitting on the barrier like him. The expressionless eyes of Ginny Weasley looked at him, her loose red hair free in the bitter wind.
"I'm going to jump off this ledge," he said brashly, not seeing the point of beating around the bush. "And I'm going to die."
"Same," she said, staring out at the landscape before her. "But I'm going to be a star. I'm going to fall to the ground, then I'll be in the sky."
The old Draco Malfoy would've told her that she was an idiot, and snorted. But this broken shell looked at her long hair, the color of fire, and he told her, "You wouldn't just be a star. You'd be the Sun."
She smiled at his words. They weren't kind words, they were just true. But then she frowned, and the feeling of loneliness dawned upon her. It was a familiar feeling.
But I shouldn't feel it now, she thought. I'm not alone anymore. I'm with the sky.
Ginny pulled her body along the barrier of the ledge, so she was next to Draco. "Will you be a star with me?" she whispered.
"No," he said, and pain resounded through her heart. "I'll be the moon."
And with that declaration, she understood. It was fitting, with his beautiful, steely grey eyes. She kissed him on the cheek and they intertwined their fingers.
Wordlessly, they slid off the balcony and fell to their deaths.
They hit the ground side by side, their fingers breaking apart, but still touching lifelessly.
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No-one can tell you what it's like to die.
Not even those whose hearts stop and are revived. For they have not experienced death. Only those who seen the split second before the bullet enters your skull, when its just on your forehead - no hole yet made, no blood yet drawn; or in Ginny and Draco's case, the moment when they hit the ground, felt every bone in their body breaking spectacularly (though there was no pain, because they were too numb to feel that), but were not yet dead. The last moment ever before there was just nothing. And there would never be anything again.
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