It was just past 6:30 in the evening. Cho's apartment had received a complete redo, due to her knew obsession with filling things.
Nothing could be empty. Nothing.
Curled in her chair, she stared at the roaring fire, brown eyes hollow and blank.
In all those stories they came back. The evil guy killed somebody important, and when the evil was defeated, everything was okay, and in the rubble of the resolution, stepped that lone figure, and he ran back home to his family and friends and everybody was happy.
And nothing was empty.
And yet, it had been exactly eight hours and twenty three minutes since Lord Voldemort had been destroyed. Where was Cedric? Where was he! Why hadn't he come running through the door to sweep Cho off her feet? Why hadn't he come in and pulled her into those muscled arms, drawn her against his sculpted his chest and just /held/ her, the way she wanted him to.
Because he wasn't coming back-
Yes! He was! He was going to come through that door!
No, this was rediculous. Cedric was /dead!
Her mind tore at itself, fighting and clawing and driving her insane, a headache assaulting her. With out realizing it, she had begun gasping for air, long fingers flexing and digging into the soft material of the chair she was in.
He's coming back. He's coming back.
He's never coming back. Never going to hold you, never going to kiss you, never going to touch you.
He's coming back. He's coming back.
Never. Never coming back. Never going to hold you, never going to-
"HE'S COMING BACK!" The cry broke past her lips as tears began to pour down her face. Hands flying from the chair, she gripped at her hair. "HE'S GOING TO COME BACK!" The screams echoed in the empty apartment.
Never coming back. Never going to hold you, never going to kiss you, never going to touch you.
The floor shocked her when she hit it, clawing at the carpet, her mouth open in an endless scream. Her breathing was simply gasps, and she flipped herself onto her back.
Never coming back. Never going to hold you.
Hyperventilation was setting in, and Cho could feel her chest beginning to lock.
Never going to kiss you.
Dark eyes rolled back into her head, spine thrown into an arch as a last, ear-splitting scream burst past her lips.
Never coming back.