It had been too long.
Far too long.
The distinct features of his face were starting to slip away.
Gone.
She knew his eyes were green.
But she couldn't remember the shade.
She knew his hair was black.
But the color was beginning to fade.
All these things were technical.
Things you'd never forget.
Things that meant nothing.
She was filled with regret.
His courage had been extrodinary.
She wanted to weep.
He had died to save her.
All she could do was sleep.
She remained in this slumber,
For as long as she could.
She wished not to wake,
But she knew that she would.
Although this pain could kill her,
She knew she had to stay.
Even if her life would be,
Forever in dismay.
She had responsabilities.
To the one she called her own.
She could not merely stay there,
For her belly had grown.
A life she could not take away.
It was bigger than her loss.
She loved this little creature.
And she would call him Harry.