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Emerald Tears

"Oh loving hate"

He had watched him and loved him from afar for so long, he was determined that a first and final kiss would be his. Tonight

The End

An end to all the pain, the insecurity. An end to the bleeding heart and desperate tears. An end to it all. The Dark Lord would rise and the War would be over.

Peace.

The lake was so calm in the darkness, contrasting vividly with the fire of the two bodies embracing passionately on the shore. A perfect night, a night for lovers.

Trusting eyes allow themselves to be led to the water. Trusting eyes stare up in confusion as they are held under.

Trusting eyes, blazing seas

Dawning

Trusting eyes, pure forest green

Acceptance

Trusting eyes, deep calm jade

Sorrow

Trusting eyes, emeralds of midnight shadow

Farewell

"Parting is such sweet sorrow"

Those eyes, once so vibrant, brimming with life.

So dull, lifeless, empty.

Dead

He carefully lifts the body from the clinging waters, cradling his love, whispering reassurance and sweet nothings.

All of which fall upon deaf ears

Deatheaters find them in the morning, still embraced.

A high, cruel laugh accompanies the slaughter of thousands. Voldemort rules with remorseless insanity. Mangled corpses are piled high after the massacre. Thick, black smoke. The world is destroyed. Chaos reigns.

He thinks of his dearest everyday. The pain of loss everlasting, all consuming.

The flawless skin, lightly tanned, delicate blushing lips, vivid eyes.

Every sweet memory, a venomous dagger through the heart. More and more do these memories of bittersweet moments blend into his reality. Into every waking moment, into his very soul. He loses all interest in the world. A shadow within himself, living only for his dreams.

Voldemort doesn't find him so amusing anymore

His dreams are especially vivid tonight; he can feel the heated passion in those feverish lips. See those eyes, those gorgeous green eyes.

Falling

Falling

Falling

Forever into those emerald depths.

They fill his subconscious, their light growing brighter, blindingly pure. He embraces the memory of his love with the deep joy of homecoming.

A beautiful, soft smile graces his features

"Harry"

A whisper of a word escapes his lips as the curse rips away his soul.

Angel of shadow