A/N: A Ginny drabble, goes hand-in-hand with my Ginny fic but can stand alone as well. These are harder than they look. Word count is a handy dandy tool. Umm… yeah. Read and review, please! ^-^;;
Who is that person in the mirror?
The pale freckled face is blank as a slate, brown eyes clear as seawater.
Dry lips part as sore vocal cords try to protest, but she is already dying as the syllable emerges.
To be a phoenix and rise from the ashes is not a simple task; one cannot rise from a death with only half a soul.
In life and death, you never leave with what you come with.
To be a phoenix…
Tears that do not heal run down her cheek.
And they lived happily ever after… without their princess.