Tomorrow
I will die
By Anna Kate
My name is Ron Weasley. And Tomorrow I will die.
I can't believe what I've been through, what I've seen and soon I will just lose it all. All the memories and the... life, I guess. It's all for a cause though. All for the cause. You have to think about the cause. If you don't think about the cause, then you're selfish.
Yeah, right.
I'm not selfish. Probably attention-seeking but not selfish. You can't be when you're like me, with a big family and all. I'll miss my family. Almost as much as I'll miss my friends. Like, Harry. I can't really miss Hermione; I'm going to see her again soon.
When Malfoy died, Harry cried for hours. When Luna died, Harry cried for days. When Hermione died, Harry couldn't cry for her. He just sat at a window and stared out of it. I cried, I admit I cried. I cried when Luna was found. I was silent with Malfoy was discovered. I have never cried so much since when Hermione died. I really wanted to hug Harry, to have some form of comfort in a familiar way, but Harry only pushed me away.
"I want to be by myself, Ron." He told me and I let him alone.
Harry's never been a good person to share with. He's by himself most of the time, lost in himself. I hope you remember my birthday mate. 22 tomorrow (today, I guess, it's just stroked midnight).
Now I'm going. Walking straight on to the battle field, arms raised, so that Voldemort can shoot me down so Harry can live. Harry, live, please. Hermione, Luna, Draco and I aren't. So please, live for us?
Love you Mate.
My name is Ron Weasley. And today I will die.