Alone
Author's Note: Damn these random impulses...I produce such mindless babble when I'm in these moods.
As per usual, written in Ginny's POV. H/G.
I'm scared.
He said those words to me so long ago, yet it feels like only days. So much time has passed, yet it feels like mere seconds in my mind, everything whizzing by me in fast, uneven blurs.
His eyes are troubled and dark, green clouded by black, angry and vengeful. And they'll always be that way – I'll never see his sparkling green eyes again, the eyes I fell in love with.
He's not scared anymore – now he is bitter, even guilty. He knows it's his fault, all of it – yet he won't admit it to anyone, not to me, not even to himself.
I can't do this.
His only words of doubt were spoken to me, the night before the world crumbled and collapsed beneath us.
I love you.
The last thing he'd ever said to me, before the destruction and chaos ensued. The last piece of normalcy, the last shred of comfort that I still cling onto, even though I know I shouldn't.
And now we are alone, heavy silences falling over us, neither of us daring to say a word.