Author's Notes: Hi everybody! I finally updated this one. Anyways, to my chapter 3 reviewers:

Audrey- ::chases after her with the sledgehammer:: Yeah, well this one I did all by myself! ::sitcks out her tongue::

Karri-Granger- Thanks! The reason why Harry didn't mention Cho was because he was talking about a different kind of love, the parental kind. He's really not mentioned in this one, either, sorry.

FSI- Thanks. Sorry, no H/C in this one either. This is strictly monolouges for the characters.

Ninde Annare- Thanks for your reviews! Here you go!

I hope you guys like this one, I actually really had fun writing it, even though it's sad. Review, if you please!

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Cho:

Love is pointless. Or it seems pretty pointless, doesn't it?

I mean, think about it; imagine loving someone so much, the kind of love that's supposed to cross all barriers, and move mountains, but then, get this- in a flash of green light, it's all gone.

All of it. In the space of two seconds, it's just not there anymore.

So all that energy, and time, turns into a memory. A small insignificant piece of the puzzle that's you life.

Tell, how exactly does that benefit anyone?

It doesn't, it doesn't help at all. If anything, it causes you more trouble, by not letting you sleep at night, and breaking into sobs over the littlest things- like the sight of the lake reflecting the cloudy gray skies, just like his eyes. Those seemingly little things can make you bawl.

I suppose it's silly- grief, I mean. Why cry for something that will never come back, why cry for something that is not existent, why cry for something that could've been, but never was.

Why cry?

I'm not so sure I'm making sense right now.

Sense seems to be a part of me that was lost that night when he came back, with his body. Sense doesn't exist for me anymore, nor does anything else.

Or maybe I AM making sense. Maybe I'm making so much sense that I just don't want to listen to myself, because I know I have to move on, but I just want to ignore it. Moving on seems like a faraway place, something you talk about, and people constantly tell you about it, but I'm not ready. I'm not ready.

Oh, I don't know. I don't know anything anymore. Maybe I should just forget about it- everything. The complexity of human emotion. The darkness that's so dark, I can't even believe how dark the darkness is. The sadness that weighs me down like a thousand bricks. The memories, like getting a triple- scoop strawberry-vanilla sugar cone when you haven't had one since you were a little girl; it reminds you of a time when everything was so much easier, and simpler. The color gray, the color of his eyes, the color of the sky.

The warmth of his strong, Quidditch-toned arms. The scent of him, like clothes right out of the laundry; clean, fresh, and homey. The way he used to tuck my hair behind my ears. His laugh. His smile, oh Merlin, his smile. His way of making me feel as if I was the only one in the world. The way, when I used to rest my head on his shoulders, his shoulders used to always be firm, warm, and sturdy- they were the one thing I could trust to never change, they would always be there for me to put my head on. Or maybe the way he used to turn the pages of books, starting at the very edge of the page with his thumb in the middle, and his middle finger lightly scrunching/lifting the edge of the paper, making a slight crease, and a certain noise, like the rustle of leaves, this was the only thing that could reassure me.

That's everything I need to forget, everything I need to just disappear from life.

Can't you see? It's not the big things that hurt so much- it's the little things that stab you the most, the little things that he'll never do again.

This in itself should purely demonstrate how incredibly pointless love is. I've written over two pages, and the tears don't stop coming, and the pain, the pain, doesn't stop hurting any less.

How's that for pointless, huh?

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Author's Notes: Okay, next victim is Draco...the button is down there, just clicky, and type!