A/N: The idea came to me today and I decided instead of making it a
romance,
it would finish how it began. A dark tale of hate for the world,
unreturned
love and pain.
Chapter 11. The End
~Hermione's POV~
Oh God. I can't believe it. I don't understand. I can't rationalize this. I can't explain it. I can't analyze it. I don't know if I can bear this. He's just...gone.
They found his body yesterday. He had taken a poison, I can't remember which one. He was lying on his bed, and he looked...well, I don't know how to explain it. People say when someone dies, they just look asleep. He didn't look asleep. He just looked dead. Like a candle whose flame had been extinguished. Like a fallen angel.
They went through his belongings and they found a sealed envelope with "Dear Hermione" on it. I opened the note and a piece of paper fell out. I picked it up and, in his own hand, was written this poem;
"Broken
I have loved you, For as long as I can remember. Even before I met you, I somehow knew I loved you. You are beyond perfection, Beyond anything I could dare to dream. I believed you didn't love me. Inevitable, though it was, I mourned you all the same. Then hope came to me. Some one hinted you loved me too, My heart danced for joy that night. I, finally, one dreary, rainy day, Told you of my longing, And my love for you. But, You turned away, Shocked by the feelings I showed. I lay, my heart broken and bleeding, On my bed that night, Crying out my tortured heart for you. After that night, I no longer cared, Whether I lived Or died. There was nothing to live for, My angel had fallen from the sky.
I love you, Hermione. And I always will.
With all the love I could ever give, Draco
I hadn't understood at the time, what I was doing. I have liked him since the second year. But, one day, during 4th year, he told me he liked me and asked me to be his girlfriend. Thinking it was all a joke, I told him never, over my dead body and told him where he could put his offer in not so polite terms. How I wondered and how many sleepless nights I spent, pondering, had I done right. I see now, that I passed up a chance for, possibly, the greatest happiness I could ever know.
But, while his body is, the chance is not gone. Am I not the brightest student in Hogwarts? When I first found this letter, I was able to proccur a very simple yet very effctive poison entitled "Fate". An apt name. My little red friend in the little glass bottle, shall reunite us and Heaven or Hell shall witness the union of our two souls. I bid you farewell, cold, gray exsistance. I go to, hopefully, a better life. Even if I burn in Hell, let him know this. I love him. More than this pitiful life it's self.
Goodbye.
Chapter 11. The End
~Hermione's POV~
Oh God. I can't believe it. I don't understand. I can't rationalize this. I can't explain it. I can't analyze it. I don't know if I can bear this. He's just...gone.
They found his body yesterday. He had taken a poison, I can't remember which one. He was lying on his bed, and he looked...well, I don't know how to explain it. People say when someone dies, they just look asleep. He didn't look asleep. He just looked dead. Like a candle whose flame had been extinguished. Like a fallen angel.
They went through his belongings and they found a sealed envelope with "Dear Hermione" on it. I opened the note and a piece of paper fell out. I picked it up and, in his own hand, was written this poem;
"Broken
I have loved you, For as long as I can remember. Even before I met you, I somehow knew I loved you. You are beyond perfection, Beyond anything I could dare to dream. I believed you didn't love me. Inevitable, though it was, I mourned you all the same. Then hope came to me. Some one hinted you loved me too, My heart danced for joy that night. I, finally, one dreary, rainy day, Told you of my longing, And my love for you. But, You turned away, Shocked by the feelings I showed. I lay, my heart broken and bleeding, On my bed that night, Crying out my tortured heart for you. After that night, I no longer cared, Whether I lived Or died. There was nothing to live for, My angel had fallen from the sky.
I love you, Hermione. And I always will.
With all the love I could ever give, Draco
I hadn't understood at the time, what I was doing. I have liked him since the second year. But, one day, during 4th year, he told me he liked me and asked me to be his girlfriend. Thinking it was all a joke, I told him never, over my dead body and told him where he could put his offer in not so polite terms. How I wondered and how many sleepless nights I spent, pondering, had I done right. I see now, that I passed up a chance for, possibly, the greatest happiness I could ever know.
But, while his body is, the chance is not gone. Am I not the brightest student in Hogwarts? When I first found this letter, I was able to proccur a very simple yet very effctive poison entitled "Fate". An apt name. My little red friend in the little glass bottle, shall reunite us and Heaven or Hell shall witness the union of our two souls. I bid you farewell, cold, gray exsistance. I go to, hopefully, a better life. Even if I burn in Hell, let him know this. I love him. More than this pitiful life it's self.
Goodbye.