The Rain Falls

The rain falls. Cleansing me. I stand, face uplifted, letting it soak through my thin robes. The rain and my tears mix. I could drown here and I would not care. I have nothing to live for. Everything is gone.

I think of my rage when they came to tell me he was gone. I couldn't believe it. I punched and kicked and bit and shouted. I wanted to kill them for telling me he was dead.

The letter from the Ministry was the worst. I still have it hidden in my dresser drawer. It tells me that he was a hero and he fought a good fight. I knew he was a hero. They didn't have to tell me that.

Everyone kept telling me that he died fighting and that was the way he would have wanted to go. How do they know how he would've wanted to die?

It is raining harder now. I reach into the pocket of my robes and pull out a small vile filled with a green liquid.

Not yet. I have to remember first.

Memories flood my heart and mind. Memories of him. Playing Quidditch, studying, laughing, kissing me, pillow fights, snowball fights, getting drunk, classes, exams, detention, getting in to trouble, friends, life, magic, love.

And then the memories stop. They stop dead that day in March. That day when the Order members came to tell me that he had been killed by Death Eaters.

The tears come pouring down my face. The thunder rolls. I see a small rain drenched figure coming toward me. I will be gone before she reaches me.

The world holds nothing for me. I have nothing left here. I will miss my family. But I have had enough of this cruel world.

The rain falls. I open the vile and tilt back my head. I drink the potion in one gulp. I slowly fall to the ground.

I'm coming.

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I dash across the field. I must reach her before she does anything drastic. Everyone has been worried that she would take her own life. She has no hope left.

I am almost there. I call her name but my words are swept away on the wind. She collapses. Slowly, gracefully, she falls to the rain-soaked ground.

A door opened and she took her chance to get out. I run faster to her side. I know it is already too late.

I grieve. But I know that now she is with him and she is happy. I sit by her body and stroke her wet hair.

The rain falls. My tears and the rain mingle.

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My spirit leaves my body. I run across beautiful fields of green, green, grass and into his arms. This is where I was meant to be.

I am with him. I have left the rain. I have entered the sunshine. But I know, somewhere, it is raining for me. The tears of the earth sweep the field where I took my life.

The rain falls, but not on me.