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Chapter 5: Epilogue
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Hermione's POV:
These last few nights, I haven't been able to sleep. I laid willingly allowing my tears and my sorrow to pour out. Overcome with an incredible feeling of loneliness, I would sit with the lights off just thinking and feeling so much pain. Now, I'm standing in the cold wind listening to the funeral of my true love.
I look around at the people standing with me. Some hold a simply stunned gaze, and others have tears streaming down their cheeks.
The funeral ended, and slowly people began leaving, heading for the Malfoy's. I felt empty inside the entire time, and didn't leave when those around me said their final goodbye and left. My cheeks began to numb, and soon I was the only one left in the cemetery. I looked around me, stopping my gaze on the gray stone, which stood feet from me.
"How could this happen?" I whispered to myself. I hadn't shed a tear yet, and felt my throat constricting and my eyes burn. I had tried to look and be brave, but the emotions swimming inside of me were to much to handle. I knelt down in front of the gravestone, running my fingertips gently over the coarse engravings that read the name of my love.
"Why did you leave me alone?" I asked, finally allowing the tears to spill down my cheeks as I rested my forehead against the cold rock. My question was about Draco, but directed more towards God. I felt so torn apart, so helpless, so abandoned.
I don't know how long I sat and cried, but I cried until no more tears would come from my eyes, and until the headache they brought was almost blinding.
I wanted to stay their forever. I wanted to fall asleep against that damn stone. Honestly, I was afraid to leave it. I was afraid of trying to live my life knowing I can't see Draco, or have a conversation with him, or just hold him in my arms, loving him so incredibly much.
My tears had stopped, but my breathing was still heavy and sorrowful. I started to realize, that Draco wouldn't want me sitting next to his gravestone the rest of my life. He'd want me to get up, be brave, and continue living the best I could. I thought back to the last night Draco was alive, and remembered what we said to each other.
= "I figured it out. You, Hermione, are my angel. I was brought to you because you were the only one to comfort me, and make me fell loved. These last seven months have been amazing, because they have been with you. If it weren't for you, I would have died alone. You've stuck by me, which is more then anyone has ever done for me. The only things I'm scared of is losing you and hurting you."
"Don't be afraid of hurting me. I'm a better person because of you. You taught me how to love again." = I had said through my tears.
I decided now I could go on. Draco was afraid of hurting me, and I didn't want his fear to be true. And I was right, I am a better person because of him. He tore down the brick wall I had built around my heart, and I don't want to build another in its place, now that's Draco's gone. I now want to keep going on, loving everyone that I meet. If not for me, I want to do this for Draco, because this is what he'd want for me.
I gently kissed the gravestone I was leaning against, and stood up in front of it.
"I will always love you." I said softly, placing my hand gently on it, before turning and walking away.
(A/N: Well, I did it. It's done. I hope everyone enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm sad now that's its over. Please Please review, I wanna now what everyone thinks of my first * finished* fanfic. I hope I made somebody cry! Thanks to everyone who's reviewed, and to those who hopefully will. Love you all, Kat)
Chapter 5: Epilogue
= means italics
Hermione's POV:
These last few nights, I haven't been able to sleep. I laid willingly allowing my tears and my sorrow to pour out. Overcome with an incredible feeling of loneliness, I would sit with the lights off just thinking and feeling so much pain. Now, I'm standing in the cold wind listening to the funeral of my true love.
I look around at the people standing with me. Some hold a simply stunned gaze, and others have tears streaming down their cheeks.
The funeral ended, and slowly people began leaving, heading for the Malfoy's. I felt empty inside the entire time, and didn't leave when those around me said their final goodbye and left. My cheeks began to numb, and soon I was the only one left in the cemetery. I looked around me, stopping my gaze on the gray stone, which stood feet from me.
"How could this happen?" I whispered to myself. I hadn't shed a tear yet, and felt my throat constricting and my eyes burn. I had tried to look and be brave, but the emotions swimming inside of me were to much to handle. I knelt down in front of the gravestone, running my fingertips gently over the coarse engravings that read the name of my love.
"Why did you leave me alone?" I asked, finally allowing the tears to spill down my cheeks as I rested my forehead against the cold rock. My question was about Draco, but directed more towards God. I felt so torn apart, so helpless, so abandoned.
I don't know how long I sat and cried, but I cried until no more tears would come from my eyes, and until the headache they brought was almost blinding.
I wanted to stay their forever. I wanted to fall asleep against that damn stone. Honestly, I was afraid to leave it. I was afraid of trying to live my life knowing I can't see Draco, or have a conversation with him, or just hold him in my arms, loving him so incredibly much.
My tears had stopped, but my breathing was still heavy and sorrowful. I started to realize, that Draco wouldn't want me sitting next to his gravestone the rest of my life. He'd want me to get up, be brave, and continue living the best I could. I thought back to the last night Draco was alive, and remembered what we said to each other.
= "I figured it out. You, Hermione, are my angel. I was brought to you because you were the only one to comfort me, and make me fell loved. These last seven months have been amazing, because they have been with you. If it weren't for you, I would have died alone. You've stuck by me, which is more then anyone has ever done for me. The only things I'm scared of is losing you and hurting you."
"Don't be afraid of hurting me. I'm a better person because of you. You taught me how to love again." = I had said through my tears.
I decided now I could go on. Draco was afraid of hurting me, and I didn't want his fear to be true. And I was right, I am a better person because of him. He tore down the brick wall I had built around my heart, and I don't want to build another in its place, now that's Draco's gone. I now want to keep going on, loving everyone that I meet. If not for me, I want to do this for Draco, because this is what he'd want for me.
I gently kissed the gravestone I was leaning against, and stood up in front of it.
"I will always love you." I said softly, placing my hand gently on it, before turning and walking away.
(A/N: Well, I did it. It's done. I hope everyone enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm sad now that's its over. Please Please review, I wanna now what everyone thinks of my first * finished* fanfic. I hope I made somebody cry! Thanks to everyone who's reviewed, and to those who hopefully will. Love you all, Kat)
