A Short Farewell

I stand alone. All alone on the hill.

I don't see him.
The sun is setting and the whole of the sky to the west is orange. Then Pink. Then blue. And the snow peaks on the mountains are glowing. The forest is a silhouette. It's so beautiful.
But where is Draco? Why isn't he here? WHERE THE HELL HAS HE GONE!
I have to see him. To know he's safe. Am I ugly?
The thought just came to my head. He said all his "friends" were UGLY, HORRIBLE, MONSTERS! He was talking about ME!
How could he say that about me? I... us two... I'm not ugly. Am I? I'm not horrible. Am I? Am I a monster?
He wrote that. And now I know, he did write it. It was his handwriting.
But I don't care any more! I don't care about him. I don't care what he says. I don't care what he's done. He has insulted me! He deserved to d...

No he didn't.

He...

I...

I loved him.

...

 
BURN IN HELL DRACO!

And I'm still crying.