My whole life I have been burning. Burning with passion. Burning with courage. Burning with more things than I can name. I have burned physically. I have burned emotionally. I have burned so badly I wanted to scream. These insatiable flames only stop when I am with Malfoy. It is Malfoy that I yearn for. Malfoy that I wait for each night before falling asleep. And only when I wake to find myself alone do I remember- in reality I am old and Malfoy is dead and I am never going to see him again. Because there is no afterlife and when I die I'll just keep burning.