Endlessly
You said you would wait for me, but when I return to you the house is empty, all traces of you gone. The hook for your cloak mocks me as I search for something, anything to remind me that you were ever here.
Weary, I climb the stairs to the bedroom we shared. I grab a pillow and inhale, hoping a trace of your scent remains—nothing. The closet seems barren now without your clothes to fill it.
I'm beginning to forget little things about you, the things I thought would stay with me always. You said you would wait, but you left me. And even though I know you didn't want things this way, I find myself blaming you.
I blame you for following Snape and becoming a spy. I blame you for taking that bastard's mark when I begged you not to. I blame you for going on Death Eater missions when I told you how much it hurt to watch you leave. I blame you for protecting me and taking a curse that wasn't meant for you. I blame you for dying, and I hate myself for it.
You said you would wait for me. Now all that waits is misery.