AN:: Hello Hello! It has been a while since I posted a story on here.. I'm sorry! Don't hurt me. Anyway, if you have read my other stories, this is a lot darker than what I normally write. Don't really know why to be honest... Based off of Cellar Door by Escape The Fate.

Disclaimer:: I DO NOT own Harry Potter. Sadly. Just the Story.

Summary:: Love hurts. Especially when it never disappears after the other has moved on.

Warning:: This story involves a sensitive topic to many. In no way am I making fun of these.

Falling

We walked through the doorway, the bright warmth a stark contrast from the coolness of the night. The Weasley Burrow has always been my second home but today something felt off. Fire whiskey was flowing freely so the so the chatter was loud and full of drunken confessions that no one would remember after tonight. A sudden squawking and laughter came from the middle of the room. "So the Canary Crèmes have finally surfaced!" The twins' voices rising over everyone, "Hey Neville! I thought you learned not to eat anything near us!" That's when I heard a scream faintly over the sounds of the party. I turned away towards it, Ginny following quietly. "Ron?" I called out, hoping he would just pop out of his room like he normally did when I came over. "Ron, where are you?" I asked with a hint of worry coloring my tone. We nearly reached the closed-door or his room when Ginny's voice slipped by me, "Ron, are you in your room again?" I finally reached his room and opened the door, the scene before us didn't seem real. "Harry, I love you." His voice was so quiet and drained, like everything has been given up but his life. I was watching myself from above. I saw myself shout in a last-ditch effort to save my best friend. Watched as he ran over, forgetting his wand and tried to get Ron down. A white spell flew past the Harry on the ground, cutting the rope. Sectumsempra... Where did she learn that? I vaguely thought, as Ron was caught and carried to the bed. I kissed him softly after I removed the rope from his neck. A hand on my shoulder scared me until Ginny appeared at my side, sad and knowing. Her name was called from the party downstairs. I have forgotten about that. I climbed into bed with my lost love and held him close for one last time.

Once I was next to him, the memories came back as a flood; everything we have ever did condensed into a few minutes. Suddenly, I was transported to when I was eleven and was sitting on the Hogwarts Express, seeing you for the first time. The next second I was being sorted into Gryffindor along side you. Then we were back in the Whomping Willow in you dad's flying car. These memories kept coming, lingering longer of the days that you would comfort me. You were there from night until day and were always so caring, it was amazing that no one but Hermione and Ginny knew. Every feeling cam back with the memories, reminding me of everything I tried to hide from myself up until now. Now I know. Now it's too late.

"I can't leave you. I'll stay here forever if I must." These words came out in a whisper. His skin is starting to feel colder than it should. My tears wouldn't stop flowing from my eyes like little rivers. This pain won't ever stop, once it does, I know that you'll truly be gone. You were never supposed to die. "Why?" I whispered to no one, "Why did this have to happen?" My hand cupped his face and I watched as my thumb started to caress his cheek. Slowly my gaze lowered to his arm. The scars seemed to form a word. What could have caused him this pain? My hand left his face and slowly ran over the scars. Is this a name? My eyes finally caught up and I saw that the freshest cuts formed 'HARRY' in red letters. My name… this never should have happened. You deserved better than me. This is so wrong…

For the first time, I looked around his room. Everything was so dark, save for the candles in the corners and on his desk. Walking over to it, I noticed it was covered in drawings and pictures. In the corner, there was a single blood-red rose. Tears came to my eyes as I looked down at the pictures. They were all of me: practicing for Quiddicth, smiling, fighting Voldemort, hugging and laying with him. If only this could have truly happened. He loved someone who was never there, who constantly found someone new. Ron would put a smile on his face everyday, a mask no one saw through. Now, we may never see his perfect smile again.

My eyes roamed back to the drawings on the desk. The ones that didn't have me in them were portraits or of various activities. Everywhere, no matter what it was, the beauty was captured perfectly. How have I never seen one of these before? Well you're not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, Harry. A voice that sounded suspiciously like Hermione's nagged inside my head.

I looked back over to his still body. I got up and softly closed his eyes. He looks like he's sleeping. My mind is trying to make me forget he died. This realization only made it hurt that much more, if it happened anymore, I wouldn't be able to stand it. How could I have caused him this much pain? I haven't done anything to him to deserve this unconditional love. How could I have done so much wrong?

He can't be dead. My mind repeated this line even as I watched him grow paler as time passed by. My hand sought out his, grasping it. The coldness of it surprised me more than it should have. The numbness seemed to spread to me the longer I held on. Soon, I couldn't feel anything, not that I even wanted to… Everything has lost reason. I couldn't stay here any longer. My mind has finally failed me. I left his side to go downstairs, leaving him, doing the one thing I promised I wouldn't do just hours before.

I couldn't feel the pain anymore. I just moved through the crowd like I was in a dream. The laughter around me didn't seem right, shouldn't they be mourning? I heard my name but it couldn't have happened… Ron's dead now because of me… My name was called again, this time by the soft voice of a female. I saw Mrs. Weasley standing in the doorway of the kitchen. She looked so concerned and saddened that I knew Ginny told her what happened. I walked into the kitchen and the noise of the party suddenly stopped. Mrs. Weasley came up and hugged me. Her silence seemed unfitting somehow, seeing what has happened. This life is so wrong…

The party miraculously stayed in full swing until late at night. By the end, only the eight Weasleys and I remained. We all decided to stay the night at the burrow. The news hit the rest of the family hard, just as I knew it would. The only odd thing was that there were no tears, only a dead silence. One by one, everyone left the living room to go to sleep until Ginny and I were the last ones left. She still had her arms around me, holding me close. "I know." Her words startled me after the hours of silence. "What do you mean?" "I knew about you and Ron." Silence followed her words. "You loved him didn't you?" I didn't answer for a while, slowly nodding my head. "Yet you still agreed to be with me." The silence afterward was deafening and unbreakable. She finally gave me one last squeeze before going to bed herself. Slowly the tears started to fall again, each one bringing more pain than the last.

R&R! I would love to hear what you guys think of this and if I should continue. Will probably gradually get happier if I do. They will all be based off of songs. If there are any you would like to see in here leave it in a comment. Flames will be used to warm this dark fic.