"Angels Aren't Supposed To Cry" by Calista
She's beautiful, amazing, and graceful. She's everything all rolled into one. She's an angel, and I love her.
I saw her crying today. I wanted to cry, too. I had to tell her we couldn't be together. I wanted to die. I couldn't stand to be the one to make tears fall from those big brown eyes. I was usually the one that kissed them away. It's hard to see an angel cry.
"I'm sorry, baby. It's my father. He won't change his mind."
" But we can make it work! I need you."
"He'll kill you, and I won't let him hurt you."
"I don't care! I just want to be with you!"
"Can't you see? As long as we're together, you're in constant danger. We have to end it. I'm sorry."
She turned away from me, but I knew she was crying. I was crying, too. After that, all I remember is saying, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
She looked up at me and said, "Draco, I'll always love you. Never forget that."
"Same here," I said. "Cheer up. Angels aren't supposed to cry." She loved when I called her that.
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All of a sudden, I was flying above my bed. I looked down, and I saw myself lying there. Lifeless. There was a bloody knife beside me. I also noticed two bloody wrists beside my limp torso.
It's a funny thing to attend your own funeral. People you'd never expect were there, like Potter and Weasley. The never liked me; I guess they came so she could have a shoulder to cry on. I wondered how my mother was taking this. Narcissa never showed any emotion. I looked down at her, and then I saw her. Hermione sat right upfront with my mother and father. She was crying. Angels aren't supposed to cry.