I watched from the side lines. Boyfriends came and boyfriends went. When I think back, I kick myself at the hours I spent wishing I were one of them. Wishing her beautiful, silky auburn hair, her chocolaty brown eyes her soft pink lips belonged to me. I watched as she got together with the "boy who lived" I watched painfully as she was beaten and abused, raped by the 'chosen one' Yet I could do nothing. Then I showed myself, I couldn't believe I did. The silver of the blade pressed against her wrists made my blood run cold. I confronted her. I stopped her suicide. Yet I will never see her again. Never smell her, taste her, touch her. She didn't kill herself yet event she could not prevent death. Rest in peace my dear Ginny. I always loved you.