A/N: I own nothing; the song belongs to Jimmy Eat World. I don't really know what motivated me to write this, I guess I thought about this possibility and decided to play around with it. The songlinked with the plot so I used it. Um… a bit dark, but I hope it's okay.

My Sundown

I see it around me,

I see it in everything:

I could be so much more than this

The sun was shining on the castle grounds, but Cho still shivered. Leaves fell from the tree overhead, and she found herself thinking dismissively about how he had loved autumn. It was funny; almost a year had passed since Cedric's death and she mulled about it, lost in deep thoughts of what they were. He was everywhere to her though, like he left the world but was still bound to her somehow.

Said my goodbyes

This is my sundown

She had already let him go, or tried to, but she couldn't. The disastrous date in Madam Pudifoot's with Harry had clarified that for her. She was lost in this void of confusion that was separated to the world when he was still alive, and the world where he wasn't.

I'm going to be so much more than this

I need you to show me the way from crazy

I want to be so much more than this

It had taken over her life, she couldn't stop. It was an obsession, where she would glance at some tall random with chestnut hair, and think it was him. But then the face would dissolve into nothingness, when she remembered that he had gone. It was like the wounds of his passing were still raw, that she couldn't control her emotions even if she wanted to.

With one hand high, you'll show them your progress

You'll take your time,

But no one cares

Even Marietta had started to become distant. Everyone withdrew from her, thinking she was just a lost cause. She didn't feel anything, not happiness, not sadness, nothing; her life had suddenly become a blank journal ready to be filled up but never written in. She avoided eye contact, withdrew into her shell and severed all connection to avoid the smiles plastered on their faces. They spoke, they whispered, He's gone, get over it, move on, just don't mope! Like she didn't know what they thought, what they said when she wasn't around.

But she didn't care.

He was gone.

That was all that mattered to her.

She had tried to go on, tried to live, tried to let go.

But he still haunted her, the thoughts eating her slowly from inside out.

Lovely time, tinsel shine,

The time that they spent; did he know how she felt? Did he love her? Would they still be together if he was still alive? Did he know that she needed him? Right now? She should have said something before he entered the goddamn maze. Did he die knowing how she felt? Questions and regrets whirled inside her mind all unanswered, made her shake with doubt. No-one understands her, no one wants to; because they all think that she's moping, that she's drawing his death out for as long as she can. But she knows better. This is who she is. This is how she feels.

Goodbye, I'll be fine

She'll be fine, she thinks, as long as she gets to see him again. The thoughts stayed on her mind and calmed her as she reached for her wand. Black and sleek, shining on her bedside. She knew the words well, the incantation that was imprinted into her mind since his death.

She took a deep breath, pointed the wand, and whispered the spell, voice never wavering.

It gives her a thrill to know that this is what he would have seen moments before he had gone. She almost smiles.

Good good-bye,

Good good night.

Her wand fell to the floor with a clatter.