Tears. Tears. That's all there's left. And memories. I want to join you Draco. Heaven. Hell. Places of light or dark or nothingness. I don't care. Remember when we were in that room? Our magical room. On that last night we were together. Remember when I told you that we'd NEVER, EVER, be torn apart?
Come death, destruction.
There is no music in the nightingale without you. Without living for you, there is no living. There's nothing here but tears and radios calling your name, telling me you're dead and gone and nothing can be done about it. Life is...life is meaningless.
This air I breathe chokes me.
What is life? What is my existence? Nothing.
Full stop there.
Question mark.
Why did you have to die?
Innocence taken - gone a long time ago. Questions.
Why am I all alone?
Why does the wind sigh your name and why do the memories of your butterfly kisses and tender petal eyelashes tremble in the crumbling leaves?
Fuck poetry. You're beyond that. But you're gone.
Gone.
Gone as in forever.
Forever wasn't ever enough time for anything.
Forever isn't long enough to resurrect the dead.
Forever isn't a place or a time or the future.
It's what we felt.

Goodbye, Draco...perhaps next time around our fate will be different. Just wait for me, okay? Just...