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The Sound of Silence
By Silver Sailor Ganymede
The silence was deafening as she stood there, by his grave. He had died a year ago… died because of her. She knew that she could never love another after he left… never in all of eternity.
She had placed red roses on his grave. He had always said he loved to see her in red; Gryffindor colours suited her, he had said. They had matched her determination and her fiery personality. The red roses reminded her of him, and of their love.
There was no rain that day, just as it was at his funeral. The sun seemed to shine in mockery of him and of their love. She hated the sun and she hated the rain: nothing had any meaning to her, no matter how much she was told to try and live.
She looked up at the sun as it was setting and knew that it was time. She took her wand from her robes and sat by his gravestone as to be closer to him.
"I'm sorry Blaise, but I told you, didn't I? I would rather die with you than have to live without you. Your sacrifice was not in vein: I simply cannot live."
She pointed the wand at her heart. She doubted she had a heart anymore, and even if she did it would be no more than a broken, frozen lump of flesh; she couldn't feel without him.
"Sectumsempra" she whispered. The pain of the curse would have caused most to writhe and scream, but she did not feel the pain; she had not been able to feel since his death. The blood poured out of the wound as the tears flowed from her eyes.
She watched the sun fall behind the horizon, and was glad to know that she would see its laughing face no longer. No more would she have to suffer the torment of life without him.
And as the sun died, so did her life. The last of her blood flowed to the ground, staining it as red as the roses on his grave behind her.
"I love you, Blaise" she whispered, and so she died. And though the graveyard was polluted by the aura of death, there was no more weeping, no more heartbreak. Only the sound of silence remained.