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Bloody brilliant. Some Gryffindor I am. Isn't this supposed to be the coward's way out? Honestly though…. It's not as if there's anything left. Why is this so hard? A life without love is not worth living. Existing is not enough for me. I need a purpose, a reason to be alive. Before, it was family, friends, and knowledge. I don't crave knowledge anymore. I have no family left. Severus doesn't count. Family is supposed to love each other, no matter what. I don't even have friends. I have acquaintances. No one would miss me. Hell, I don't even have a pet anymore. Crookshanks died too.
Okay…. Since I can't say the stupid spell, I'll just do this some other way.
POP
Nice view. The ocean is always so calming. Perhaps just a little rest in the sun. I'll wait until dark so no one will see me and try to play the hero. That was Harry's job. I wonder if I'll get to see him? Any of them. Harry, Ron, Mom, Dad…it'll be a reunion. I can't wait.
Sun's going down. The sky is picture perfect. A blend of blue, purple, orange, gold, and a touch of pink.
Wow. That's a long way down. Never have been one for flying. I don't want to be scared when I die. I just want a peaceful death. I don't want anymore gore. Besides, I do have a little consideration for Severus. Even if he doesn't love me, I don't want him to be disturbed by images of my mangled body if he has to identify me. Would he be disturbed? Damn. I forgot to write a note. Bloody ministry would love to arrest him for my murder wouldn't they? Damn, damn, damn.
POP
I haven't been here in ages. Nothing has changed. I couldn't bring myself to get rid of anything. I really am being selfish. This will be a lot of work for Severus. Of course not! I have a will and all details to dispose of the house and belongings will be handled by the solicitors. Now… the final loose end… Aha! Parchment and a quill!
That didn't take as long as I thought it would. Now, a knife and a bath. No gore. No mess. Open all the windows. It really is cold out tonight.
Hmmmm…didn't hurt much at all. Just like I thought. Pretty bright lights. Welcoming. I haven't felt welcome in ages. What's that noise? A voice. Who's calling me? Why does he sound so frantic? It's relaxing here. No more worries. I'll be fine. I'm going home.