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Sadness is etched into the very lines of her face. She looks far older than she is. When you looked into her eyes you lose yourself in the fathomless depths of her pain.

He had eyes like that before he died. Now they're just blank. Forever unseeing. She looks suicidal and maybe you want to stop her before the end you know must come to pass, happens. Give her a link to the living world. But you find you can't lie to her. Can't keep her from her love. So you keep silent.

You watch her in her despair and hope that suicide isn't a sin. That she'll die happily ever after and you can move on knowing she's happy, be it in heaven or death's comforting embrace of oblivion.

Because you refuse to imagine her in purgatory. You want to see her happy again and when you see her look over the hill where you know a cliff hides, a smile breaks onto her face. She turns to you and you know this is the last time she'll face you. She speaks, for it seems she has no fear that something you say will keep her tied to this plane of existence.

"Sometimes I imagine all I have to do is walk over that hill. I'll crack and he'll catch the pieces at the bottom. He'll put me back together and he'll take my hand and lead me to another place. He'll tell me he loves me and kiss me with all his being."

You're saddened by her delusions and though you promised yourself you wouldn't say a word, you can't stop from speaking. And you're proud because your voice doesn't crack.

"And what happens if you see him before you fall?" She smiles a sad smile and her voice when it comes, is filled with something you can't place. It's not emptiness and it's not life. It's everything and nothing at all and you struggle to understand how that is possible.

"Then I'm already broken."

And you know she speaks the truth for you can see it in her eyes. The pieces of brown that don't quite fit together. And you remember that the eyes are a window to the soul. So you step back and bow your head lest she see the tears in your eyes. You hear her footsteps taking her farther away from you and your eyes never move from the dying grass swaying by your feet. She doesn't scream so you can't imagine her body falling gracelessly over the cliff.

You only hear a distant thud and you might have even imagined that. And when you're sure the cliff has taken another life you raise your head and follow her path. You're careful though and don't fall off that sudden drop. And when you look down and see her broken body at the bottom amid the jagged rocks no tears fall from your eyes because you fancy that even from this height you can see the bright smile on her face.


A/N: The girl is Ginny. I only gave a small hint and even with that hint it could have still been Hermione. The dead guy I was talking about was Harry and the 'you' is Hermione.