AN/ it works!! muaahaha! ENJOY! it's the last chapter!
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"Oh god" he whispered looking at the, obviously, dead person whose hand lay in his.
"Oh god" he repeated, not knowing what exactly he was supposed to, here lay his love, his only reason to live, and she wasn't breathing.
This couldn't be happening, it just can't be.
This was his life now dead, this was his love running away, and this was his future. There is nothing anymore, it is dead and it is gone.
He was dead.
He took his free hand and gently brushed her hair from her beautiful, pale face, staring at the sight of beauty that never would take an other breathe. Never would open it's wonderful eyes and smile with that gorgeous smile that made you weak in the knees. A tear fell on her cheek and Draco was pulled away from his thoughts, startled, he was tearing.
He touched his completely wet cheek and saw that he was indeed crying on the outside. Why was he feeling such a calm feeling inside then? He felt like he was just watching her, nothing else, and nothing more.
The beauty of her was still there, although her freckles looked strange against her pale skin. He noticed that his hands were drained with blood, her blood... He looked at her hand carefully, seeing the slashes she had made to end her obvious misery.
Oh why hadn't he helped, KISSED her, embraced her yesterday?
Now he had to live on the memories that were also fading away, they were blocked by the sight of her barely a moment ago and her last words
'I loved you both but you didn't love me back'
She wanted love, and I didn't give it. I am nothing. Why? Why didn't she wait for me, wait for my answers? I would have loved her, kissed her, and lived for her! Now... I can't give anything to anyone. I am nothing. I was blind, I didn't understand her need, I didn't think of her. I merely loved her.
Why had she now decided to end it? "Why?" he whispered, wanting an answer so he turned to the person beside him he had totally forgotten who was crying but held her hand still in his.
He didn't look at him but he answered truthfully. "She wanted love, you didn't give it" He had to stop because his voice was breaking. This little angel in front of him was dead; God had needed her more then us.
"She saw you Draco, she wasn't blind" he said, almost in a state of trance, now tearing vividly. His gaze was clouded and he dropped her hand but looked into thin air. "She wasn't blind, you know. She saw you with Granger, Malfoy, embracing each other, kissing each other. She thought you loved her, she should have known better." He whispered the last words, confused and sad.
For this were her words coming out from his mouth. He got a little peace of her to remember, and he would be grateful later for it. Hw would always treasure this memory afterwards.. But they were now in the present.. And the present held sorrow...
He closed his eyes and started to cry furiously, avoiding the tearing man beside him, shaken and hurt, he was crying for his loss, the two deaths he had caused, the love, the man and the "little sister he'd always wanted" he had loosed. He cried for the last words she had whispered and he cried for his fate. But he also cried for the stupefy of Draco, the guilt he must be feeling.
The pain.
*
Draco shook his head, tears falling on his cheek. He wouldn't accept this fate, he wouldn't accept it. He saw me with Granger? She must've seen him then slap her in the face, telling her that she was a worthless slut?
Oh god... she didn't see it, she saw the moment she had kissed her, and the weakness he first had felt. His weakness, his torture the pain.
His fate.
*
Tears falling silently on his cheek he turned to the Potter boy crying, he knew that he had lost much too, he had also lost his love, and he had suffered by the hand of Draco's father. Draco cried now also, cursing his father for the misery he had caused to four lives, he had killed two of them and probably three.
Draco started to laugh, thinking 'Oh but I solved that, I made him pay'
The potter boy was staring at him. I can't take this anymore; Draco thought and started to cry again. The pain was swelling in his chest, reminding him of the death he caused. The tortured soul had found its own way to get threw life. Harry stood up and left, probably to inform the headmaster in his Gryffindor way. Draco looked longingly at the knife that lay beside Ginny's dead body; he closed his eyes feeling the same stabbing pain in his heart as he had felt months ago... When he first had found Ginny.. But now... she had succeeded... She was dead... But she's alone up there, in heaven, without love, without me. She needs me; I have to give her something. He thought, tears now uncontrolled falling.
I need her.
He crept to her, taking her in his arms, embracing her warmly. This is my love he thought. This is how it was supposed to be. He sensed her perfume mixed with the smell of blood, he felt like home. Her body was loose and cold but he loved her, he wanted to be like her, he wanted to die like her. So he took her knife and slid up his wrist, feeling the warm blood wash over his hand but he only drew Ginny nearer and kissed her lightly on the lips. He slashed his both forearms to speed up the death, watching Ginny for the last time.
Death was near, he could feel it. Oh god.. The smell of blood.. The triumph was swelling, 'I caused this pain', but faded when he saw Ginny dead body. He wanted it. He closed his eyes as he felt the dizziness overwhelm him and he fell backwards with Ginny landing on top of him. He smiled slowly; as the pain in his arms was fading and his heart seem to beat slower.and slower... His eyes were now fixed on Ginny wanting her to be the last on his mind before he meets his death, his salvation. They were now tearing once again, this all could've been changed, and it could've ended with us together, in love, alive. But this was the other choice, death together. At least we end up together. It is the only comfort in this sad situation. "Oh god Ginny. I love you so much.." he whispered out to the dead woman in his tight embrace, kissing her fore head for the last time then shutting his eyes and after a while he drifted away.
*
Harry found them mere seconds after Draco had dosed away.
The sight was horrible, sad yet romantic in a twisted way. He was sad but not shocked, he thought sadly. He had loved her too much, more then he'd loved Ron he admitted depressed. They had shared a unique bond, it was together alive or dead. He closed his eyes as Albus entered the room and gasped, obviously shocked Harry felt tears appearing in his closed eyes, this was so depressing, but he would live. He knew it. It would be hard but he would survive, or he would never receive forgiveness from the Weasleys.
This was his fate.
*
Severus got the new a few minutes after Albus had seen the horrid scene. Severus had thanked the headmaster for the news coldly, and hurried to the scene. He was needed. There was no control over the situation, people crying, Albus distressed, looking even older then before. The same day they had been informed that Draco's father Lucius had been found dead, murdered by his son. And now he was dead too, and Ginny too. Severus threw his normal insults about the poor job they were doing. It seemed to give people some sense in their head as they glared angrily at him and continued their duty.
After the long day Severus locked himself in his room and after a while he burst into tears mourning after the death of his only love and his godson.
The only two persons he had ever cared for were dead.
This was his fate.
*
Harry reached the two graves that were linked together in a tombstone with an angel on top.
The angel was beautiful, with locks and an innocent look. It was to remember Ginny.
On her foot there was a snake, it didn't look like it was strangling her, no it was embracing her in a
way only they could understand, and the angel smiled at the snake.
It was their love, it was them together. It was them.
Harry felt tears fall, he felt peace as the arrangements he's asked for had been done.
The statue was to show the world their never dying love, and to show their uniqueness.
And the text explained the rest. He smiled turned around; he had another grave to visit.
He left the tombstone, not needing to read the text threw another time.
He knew it by heart.
This was his fate.
'Love makes you blind,
Love was what they shared,
Love is what they still have.
Love after death did them apart'
*
AN/ I'm such a wimp... I'm crying! I'm crying because this was too sad, I'm so cruel to Draco n' Ginny. And now.. This is the end of I'm NOT blind you know. My first long fanfic. I'd like to thank my LOVELY reviewers' elf maiden and Bayer04rulz, I love you guys *Cries and hugs them (mentally I mean)* I hope you'll follow my fics in the near future, I'll probably start with one soon but I need to get an idea.. I've got friends for that, lol. But ill take anything u 2 will give me, all right. THANKS
This was me, this was I'm NOT blind, you know.
~carshaa~
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"Oh god" he whispered looking at the, obviously, dead person whose hand lay in his.
"Oh god" he repeated, not knowing what exactly he was supposed to, here lay his love, his only reason to live, and she wasn't breathing.
This couldn't be happening, it just can't be.
This was his life now dead, this was his love running away, and this was his future. There is nothing anymore, it is dead and it is gone.
He was dead.
He took his free hand and gently brushed her hair from her beautiful, pale face, staring at the sight of beauty that never would take an other breathe. Never would open it's wonderful eyes and smile with that gorgeous smile that made you weak in the knees. A tear fell on her cheek and Draco was pulled away from his thoughts, startled, he was tearing.
He touched his completely wet cheek and saw that he was indeed crying on the outside. Why was he feeling such a calm feeling inside then? He felt like he was just watching her, nothing else, and nothing more.
The beauty of her was still there, although her freckles looked strange against her pale skin. He noticed that his hands were drained with blood, her blood... He looked at her hand carefully, seeing the slashes she had made to end her obvious misery.
Oh why hadn't he helped, KISSED her, embraced her yesterday?
Now he had to live on the memories that were also fading away, they were blocked by the sight of her barely a moment ago and her last words
'I loved you both but you didn't love me back'
She wanted love, and I didn't give it. I am nothing. Why? Why didn't she wait for me, wait for my answers? I would have loved her, kissed her, and lived for her! Now... I can't give anything to anyone. I am nothing. I was blind, I didn't understand her need, I didn't think of her. I merely loved her.
Why had she now decided to end it? "Why?" he whispered, wanting an answer so he turned to the person beside him he had totally forgotten who was crying but held her hand still in his.
He didn't look at him but he answered truthfully. "She wanted love, you didn't give it" He had to stop because his voice was breaking. This little angel in front of him was dead; God had needed her more then us.
"She saw you Draco, she wasn't blind" he said, almost in a state of trance, now tearing vividly. His gaze was clouded and he dropped her hand but looked into thin air. "She wasn't blind, you know. She saw you with Granger, Malfoy, embracing each other, kissing each other. She thought you loved her, she should have known better." He whispered the last words, confused and sad.
For this were her words coming out from his mouth. He got a little peace of her to remember, and he would be grateful later for it. Hw would always treasure this memory afterwards.. But they were now in the present.. And the present held sorrow...
He closed his eyes and started to cry furiously, avoiding the tearing man beside him, shaken and hurt, he was crying for his loss, the two deaths he had caused, the love, the man and the "little sister he'd always wanted" he had loosed. He cried for the last words she had whispered and he cried for his fate. But he also cried for the stupefy of Draco, the guilt he must be feeling.
The pain.
*
Draco shook his head, tears falling on his cheek. He wouldn't accept this fate, he wouldn't accept it. He saw me with Granger? She must've seen him then slap her in the face, telling her that she was a worthless slut?
Oh god... she didn't see it, she saw the moment she had kissed her, and the weakness he first had felt. His weakness, his torture the pain.
His fate.
*
Tears falling silently on his cheek he turned to the Potter boy crying, he knew that he had lost much too, he had also lost his love, and he had suffered by the hand of Draco's father. Draco cried now also, cursing his father for the misery he had caused to four lives, he had killed two of them and probably three.
Draco started to laugh, thinking 'Oh but I solved that, I made him pay'
The potter boy was staring at him. I can't take this anymore; Draco thought and started to cry again. The pain was swelling in his chest, reminding him of the death he caused. The tortured soul had found its own way to get threw life. Harry stood up and left, probably to inform the headmaster in his Gryffindor way. Draco looked longingly at the knife that lay beside Ginny's dead body; he closed his eyes feeling the same stabbing pain in his heart as he had felt months ago... When he first had found Ginny.. But now... she had succeeded... She was dead... But she's alone up there, in heaven, without love, without me. She needs me; I have to give her something. He thought, tears now uncontrolled falling.
I need her.
He crept to her, taking her in his arms, embracing her warmly. This is my love he thought. This is how it was supposed to be. He sensed her perfume mixed with the smell of blood, he felt like home. Her body was loose and cold but he loved her, he wanted to be like her, he wanted to die like her. So he took her knife and slid up his wrist, feeling the warm blood wash over his hand but he only drew Ginny nearer and kissed her lightly on the lips. He slashed his both forearms to speed up the death, watching Ginny for the last time.
Death was near, he could feel it. Oh god.. The smell of blood.. The triumph was swelling, 'I caused this pain', but faded when he saw Ginny dead body. He wanted it. He closed his eyes as he felt the dizziness overwhelm him and he fell backwards with Ginny landing on top of him. He smiled slowly; as the pain in his arms was fading and his heart seem to beat slower.and slower... His eyes were now fixed on Ginny wanting her to be the last on his mind before he meets his death, his salvation. They were now tearing once again, this all could've been changed, and it could've ended with us together, in love, alive. But this was the other choice, death together. At least we end up together. It is the only comfort in this sad situation. "Oh god Ginny. I love you so much.." he whispered out to the dead woman in his tight embrace, kissing her fore head for the last time then shutting his eyes and after a while he drifted away.
*
Harry found them mere seconds after Draco had dosed away.
The sight was horrible, sad yet romantic in a twisted way. He was sad but not shocked, he thought sadly. He had loved her too much, more then he'd loved Ron he admitted depressed. They had shared a unique bond, it was together alive or dead. He closed his eyes as Albus entered the room and gasped, obviously shocked Harry felt tears appearing in his closed eyes, this was so depressing, but he would live. He knew it. It would be hard but he would survive, or he would never receive forgiveness from the Weasleys.
This was his fate.
*
Severus got the new a few minutes after Albus had seen the horrid scene. Severus had thanked the headmaster for the news coldly, and hurried to the scene. He was needed. There was no control over the situation, people crying, Albus distressed, looking even older then before. The same day they had been informed that Draco's father Lucius had been found dead, murdered by his son. And now he was dead too, and Ginny too. Severus threw his normal insults about the poor job they were doing. It seemed to give people some sense in their head as they glared angrily at him and continued their duty.
After the long day Severus locked himself in his room and after a while he burst into tears mourning after the death of his only love and his godson.
The only two persons he had ever cared for were dead.
This was his fate.
*
Harry reached the two graves that were linked together in a tombstone with an angel on top.
The angel was beautiful, with locks and an innocent look. It was to remember Ginny.
On her foot there was a snake, it didn't look like it was strangling her, no it was embracing her in a
way only they could understand, and the angel smiled at the snake.
It was their love, it was them together. It was them.
Harry felt tears fall, he felt peace as the arrangements he's asked for had been done.
The statue was to show the world their never dying love, and to show their uniqueness.
And the text explained the rest. He smiled turned around; he had another grave to visit.
He left the tombstone, not needing to read the text threw another time.
He knew it by heart.
This was his fate.
'Love makes you blind,
Love was what they shared,
Love is what they still have.
Love after death did them apart'
*
AN/ I'm such a wimp... I'm crying! I'm crying because this was too sad, I'm so cruel to Draco n' Ginny. And now.. This is the end of I'm NOT blind you know. My first long fanfic. I'd like to thank my LOVELY reviewers' elf maiden and Bayer04rulz, I love you guys *Cries and hugs them (mentally I mean)* I hope you'll follow my fics in the near future, I'll probably start with one soon but I need to get an idea.. I've got friends for that, lol. But ill take anything u 2 will give me, all right. THANKS
This was me, this was I'm NOT blind, you know.
~carshaa~