*All characters events, locations, and things, belonging to the Harry Potter world, are the sole ownership of J.K. Rowling. I am just borrowing them to write these stories of mine. Everything else, is my creation, including the poem in this chapter.
CHAPTER FOUR: GOODBYE
"I'm sorry" She had to do it she had to tell him.
"Don't… please don't say it," he cried, thinking, knowing what she was about to say "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'll never love you—" she said it.
"Why did you have to go and say that? Why would you do this to me?" His heart broke; he fell to his knees, and held onto her.
"Because, because it's true. I'm sorry," she said truly and sadly, and those words were the last she said to him.
Incomplete, that's how he felt now, as incomplete as she did.
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In the summer the air blew.
How warm it felt upon my skin.
How sweet it spoke to me.
But still, how sad I was, how incomplete.
In the winter the air was cold,
I shiver as I walked against the icy snow,
How deeply it whispered to me about its past love.
I told him, how sad I was, how incomplete.
The nights have been empty of light,
And the days, they have too much,
The winter is too cold,
And the summer too hot.
And every moment of this year,
and the year that follows,
And the two, five, twenty after that,
I will feel the same.
And I'll say, I'll confess;
How sad I was, how incomplete.
He let the yellowing sheet of parchment fall out of his hands, as a sob erupted from his trembling lips. That poem reminded him of her, she loved that poem. He had written it for her years before, for her sad eyes.
"Sad eyes." That's what Daniel had called Ginny the day he'd met her. The first time he'd seen those sad brown eyes, ones he would never see again.