WARNING: CONTAINS SHOUNEN-AI (BOYS-LOVE) HINTS, I'M NOT CLAIMING THAT IT IS, BUT IT CAN BE INTERPRETED THAT WAY.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER AND RELATED CHARACTERs IN ANYWAY! ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO J.K ROWLING….NOT ME…I COULD ONLY DREAM OF THAT…sigh OH WELL, SHE'S A MUCH BETTER AUTHOR ANYWAY!
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Every night I stand before this mirror. Staring deeply into its smooth, reflective surface, searching in vain for answers…searching for you. Of course, you're never there. You're life had passed as swiftly as you had fallen through the veil. At least…that is what I hoped. Was there any pain for you? Could you feel your life being extinguished as simply as a candle flame? Were you…were you scared?
This mirror, so cold and lifeless to the touch seems to separate us. Its as if you've been right there, trapped, pounding endlessly for help, incapable of making the slightest sound. Is that where we go? When we die…do we go to the other side of the mirror? I can't see you from here…can you see me? Are you alone? I can only see myself: aging and downtrodden, weary from this mere existence….
Carrying on seems so pointless now…you know, with you gone and all…. It's all over, and you're not here, laughing over our dumb luck. You could have been a free man; your name had been cleared shortly after his second fall from power…I beg you…rest easy…. Lately, I like to imagine what it would be like if you were still here. I've imagined the places we'd go, the people we'd meet, the long talks we'd have, and the jokes we'd share. But…we can't have that anymore, can we? After all we have been through, this is how it had to end? Its not fair! We were never given the chance to live our lives according to ourselves!
So…in the end…with first James gone…and now you…I've come to a conclusion. My life is like this mirror now; cold, dead, and reflecting that which others expect to see. In truth, I've dwindled away into a vast nothingness. There's nothing left that resembles the old me. In my eyes…I'm already gone…I-I just haven't found you yet… As for the others, they're all okay…they miss you…but they're okay…. Don't worry too much…they have nothing to miss of me, except my vague presence.
And so…with this…I've ended it…this mere existence which I have grown to despair…. I sit here, leaning against the glass, allowing myself to die…willing the poison burning in my veins to take me swiftly…
I pray it won't be long…
Please…I implore you…
…wait for me…