Chapter 3
You are an Exception
Sickness is usually something that can be healed. It is something that you take potions for and give it a day or two to get all better. There are rare cases of sicknesses –especially in the Wizarding world- that can't be healed. Yes, there are life-threatening diseases and so forth, but they can almost always be cured.
Mine cannot. I have a sickness that is killing me slowly. There are no potions to heal it; no spells to cure it; no charms to be rid of it.
I am forced to live with it. Until I die, at least.
Which is my secret. My illness is the reason Harry must not love me. And when he got up the morning after I'd left Hermione for my wand, and he stared at me with those eyes –those enchanting eyes- I knew I was in for it.
I loved him so much that I turned selfish. I stopped thinking about the pain I would cause him and started to think about the way I wanted to live out the rest of my short life.
Harry doesn't know it, but part of the reason I agreed to fight with him in the war was because I knew I was dieing anyway. Come to think of it- no one knows. And no one will ever know. Except you, of course. You are an exception for everything it seems.
Now I have to think about him, though. I have to think about his feelings and how my sickness will affect his life. It is no longer about me. Love is never thinking about yourself. Love is always thinking about the other.
But I can't. And I won't. And I know I'm stubborn, but how would you be? But as much as I really didn't want to and really thought I couldn't…
I did.
I stopped being selfish and focused on him. Because he is my life. He's been my life since the moment I fell in love with him.
And so our story continues…
