They say hate is a strong word.

Mrs. Longbottom to Neville

When you're gone, I sit in my room fearing you will not return to me whole, but in pieces. In the midst of my despair, my eyes deceive me and suddenly my son is alive again.He smiles at me, speaks with a gentleness now long gone in this world of war and trivial vendettas. He makes me forget; everything is like it used to be, like it was supposed to be.But then the moment fades and it is you – reality - I'm facing. I find myself regretting the illusion because, in my heart, you'll always be a disappointment.

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the end.

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