Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Bellatrix left. My life was shattering before my eyes as I stand here. Dumbledore died, Snape thinks that safety is stronger than our love, and my friend has been blown up by a mad woman.
Cuts and bruises were everywhere on my body. Blood was everywhere: my body and my room. On the ceiling, on the walls, on the floor. The gold ring Severus had given me had fallen off and was nothing but a piece of twisted metal. It lay in front of me. A ray of light shone on it through my destroyed ceiling.
I sit down in the pile of shards. I don't care if I die from blood loss. I don't even notice the pain from the broken pieces of glass. I don't care about sleep.
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Not for the whole night, had I moved an inch from my spot. The winds chilled me. My thin, torn coat wasn't enough to protect me from the snow fall, but still, I remained sitting.
Sunlight broke through the clouds for a brief moment, shining through a hole from the gray clouds. Oddly enough, it shines down on the ruins of my room. I close my eyes, enjoying the sun. I'm not tired though, and I haven't been for the whole night.
There were footsteps outside. One half makes me fear that it's Bellatrix. It prepares for pain. The other half... well, I guess it died.
"Scarlet!" Comes a shocked tone. I open my eyes, seeing Severus rushing foreward.
I got pulled up and rushed to the Hospital wing as my vision blurred and darkened.
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When I opened my eyes, it was already the end of an afternoon. I turned to the left to see a pair of hollow black eyes. "Severus." I mumbled.
Life brightened Severus' eyes as I spoke his name. "Why didn't you do anything?" He asked. I shrugged.
Madam Pomfrey walked over and told me how dangerous my stunt was. She told me about all the horrible things I've done to my now-fraile body. "I'm fine, I'm fine," I chorused, just like Severus had whenever he was under the eyes of Madam Pomfrey. She gave me the "Madam Pomfrey look", of concern and annoyance, then told me I was healthy enough to leave.
Uncertainly, I stood up, getting use to my sleepy feet. "I'm fine," I told Severus, who has watching me carefully, in case I topple over, or something.
"I'm leaving now." I told the man I thought loved me back. Severus nodded once, his lips a tight line.
Severus helped me get to the remains of my room. I packed the things that weren't blown into pieces into suitcases and picked them up. Severus stood there with a look in his eye that I know so well. The same look when I left him all those years ago: one of the biggest mistakes I ever made. And now, I might be doing it again.
I've thought about it, long and hard. Like Severus had said, it was safe. It was safe and the sane thing to do. Maybe I'm not sane anymore. Love does that to people. But I'll do it, because I know that man I love doesn't love me back. Not enough, anyways.
WIth my suitcases in hand, I stepped over a pile of stone and walked to the outdoors. With last glance behind my shoulder, I opened my mouth to say something. "I love you," or "Good bye," but then I realized Severus hadn't said anything, giving me the impression that I shouldn't either. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. My neck was tight and sour. I blinked away the tears quickly, peeled my eyes away from Severus' black ones, and walked off.