Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter (although I suppose this doesn't strictly have to be in the Potterverse) belongs to JKR.
He sits in the bay window and watches the cold sunrise, his posture erect as it was when he took a seat there hours ago. He's been there all night, hardly moving a muscle, but his face shows no signs of exhaustion. His countenance is pale but composed.
It's July, and the day promises to be scorchingly hot. The birds have already been up an hour, delivering a hearty dawn chorus. It's already a perfect summer day.
It doesn't matter. The sunrise is still cold.
Everything is cold, today.
He turns his head to look at you. "It ends today."
"I know." You don't want to say it. You want to tell him, No, don't go, you can escape, I can help you get far away from this — it isn't destiny, there's no such thing as destiny —
But you know it doesn't matter. You know that he has chosen this to be his destiny, and so it is. You know that he wouldn't turn back now, even if he could.
"I die today."
Your heart breaks for the thousandth time. "I know."
He gets to his feet, stretching briefly to work the stiffness from his limbs, just like any other morning. Then he walks to the door.
You can't let him go like this, without so much as a goodbye. You surge to your feet, reaching out to grab his shoulder. He turns to look at you.
The words tumble out of your mouth before you've registered what they are. "I love you."
He gives you a sad smile, one hand on the doorknob.
"I know."
A/N: Hope you enjoyed. (I wrote this in the car, at night, by the light of street lights.) Out of curiosity, who do you think the characters are? It was written to be ambiguous if at all possible. I'm interested to see what people come up with. As always, please review — it means the world to me.