When did he stop loving her?
There were these moments when her eyes would seem bright and deep brown again when she hears him close by. And those rare times when she would smile - ever since that accident, she scarcely smiled at all. Even those times when he would actually see the disappointment and sadness in her features when she accidentally skimmed her finger on the object in his left hand. Or when she would accidentally knock down a piece of furniture or a vase when she tried to walk by herself. He would adore all those moments.
She flashed a gentle smile, her eyes closed peacefully as she listened to his voice, his hand guiding hers along the sentence of the book. He didn't exactly know whether to be thankful or sad at that moment that she cannot see him because his tears fell at how thoughtful she looked as she trusted him fully with her.
"Malfoy?" she interrupted, a frown marred her features.
She pulled her hand away from his, and it felt as though a bucket of cold water had been dumped on him. But as quickly as he felt it, it left when both her bare hands searched for his face. He let her fingertips skim his cheek, and finally cup his face with both hands so he could look at her.
She tilted her head up, and placed her lips on his forehead. A new batch of tears fell from his eyes and landed on her hand.
"It will be alright," she whispered on his skin. "It will be alright."
And it was at that moment he knew the answer to his own question as his arms wrapped tightly around her hips, his head cradled on her bosom as he sobbed for both their pain.
He never did stop loving her.