ChoMalfoy96

In her dreams, he was visiting her again, always in that pure white robe...Nearly every night he came, blue-grey eyes never leaving her face, silver blonde hair swaying in the non-existent breeze, lips curled into his usual smirk. And he would always just float there, gazing at her, glowing almost, but never speaking, always silent, as if he had nothing else in the world to care about but her.``But then she'd wake, sweating slightly, glancing around, half-hoping he was there.``But he was never there.``She'd lay back down on the bed, angry with herself for not letting him go...And she felt guilty, because she knew, as much as she hated this, that she would always cling on to the dear memory of him, the only thing she had left of him.