"She had so much to live for."

"This must be really hard on Bill."

"I never would've thought that Fleur…"

Voices surround me. So many voices, so many statements of sympathy. It makes me dizzy. How am I supposed to do this? How can I keep listening to these pathetic attempts at trying to comfort me?

No one expected Fleur to commit suicide. No one except for me.

I knew Fleur was depressed. I heard her crying very often. And she said many things that scared me. Her words still echo in my head.

I love you, but sometimes love isn't enough.

Life is dull. Every day passes so slowly.

I feel so lifeless. It would not make a big difference if I was dead.

But even I couldn't be there for her all of the time. I didn't understand her. It made me want to get inside her head, but at the same time I was terrified of what I might find there.

I remember that she would say she had nothing to live for.

"Live for me!" I exclaimed desperately, "You have me! I love you Fleur! You are loved, Fleur!"

She looked at me sadly, wearing a hopeless little smile, "And yet I am still so alone."

What sorrow was in her heart that I did not know about?

Why have you done this to me, Fleur?

Ever since she died, I've been thinking very dark thoughts. It feels like a part of me died with her. I can get very bitter and cynical. I lose myself, and that scares me.

But I am determined to not turn out like she did. I will not be like her, lost to the darkness forever.