Farewell
by:Arwen Sauron
The grass lush.
The wind howling.
I lingered over the body.
The poor body.
I stripped it of life.
My eyes.
They killed it.
The arms were stretched out as far as they'd go to each side.
The skin felt soft.
Soft and cold.
The warmth that once rested in the body was no longer resident.
Now it was just cold inside.
There was no blood.
No sign of departure.
But nonetheless it was no longer active.
It was dark.
The rain fell violently.
I looked at the body only to realize what I'd done.
I broke him.
He could never defeat my lord.
The sky flashed.
I assume they'll come looking for him soon.
Tears will be shed.
What if it was my body?
There is noone left to shed a tear.
His hand.
I opened it to reveal my shame.
It read one word.
Farewell.
He knew.
Yet he did not fight.
He stood and welcomed me to his death.
He knew it was over.
What have I done?
He didn't have time to cry.
I cry for him.
My tears linger on his face.
He can taste them.
I have one choice.
I can stay with him.
They will find us.
I will lay here.
My knife.
I didn't cry.
Farewell Potter.
--and it ends--