Broken Mirrors

The shards of mirror reflect my ashen face from all angles. The thick drops of crimson soothe the angry ripped skin on my knuckles. I squeeze my hand together letting it splash on my reflection. You're gone and that's all that matters. Even when you lay in your coffin you looked beautiful. A different sort of beautiful though. The light that you shine couldn't be seen. This was just your body. Your soul was lost forever.

I'll never forget the sparkle of your eyes that summer as we sat drinking Pepsi on your lawn. You brushed the hair from my eyes and told me you loved me. I shook it off. Now nothing holds significance because all I can see is your elegance. In every window, in every doorway, everything reminds me of you, and I can't change that. It was selfish of you to leave me here with the pain of not having you.

I'm sorry for betraying you. You trusted me, and I used you. At least you didn't live to see what I've become. I'm more dead inside than you. All I want is to leave this world and be happy again. The only happiness in my life was knowing that tomorrow I'd see you again.

As I lay the roses on your gravestone the memories of us course through my veins. Memories full of laughter and broken promises. You made me see light when there was only darkness surrounding me. The last time I saw you alive you were with Harry. It had been seven years since we had been together. I started to wonder if you still thought of me. I thought of you every day. The worst part was seeing the true love in your eyes when you looked at him. You never loved me. It was only a crush.

Here lies Hermione Granger

Loving wife, mother

And friend to all

I remember seeing you at the wedding. I was at the back. You probably never saw me. Your wedding dress was beautiful, and when you read your vows, I wanted to scream out in protest so loudly that I'd burst, but the scream stuck in my throat. There is so much I should've told you everyday, but Harry said it first. Our first kiss at the winter festival was like nothing I'd experienced before... power, pleasure, and ecstasy all in one. I used to tell myself it couldn't happen to me. That was before my father died. Before I felt anything. The confusion of his passing never left me either.

This must be my punishment for never letting you in. No one blamed you for what happened that morning. How could anyone have the heart? Were you ever going to tell Harry about our daughter or is he still under the illusion? Hermione, please listen to me, wherever you are. I have to tell Harry. I need our daughter. You may have been fine with lying to your husband and your daughter, but I can't do it any longer. Not when she is so much like you. If it hurts you I'm sorry, but I need this. More than I need to forget you. Your greatest fear was dying without ever accomplishing something great. You accomplished something magnificent. You taught me how to live and break out of the shadows. Even though I may not have meant much more to you than a summer fling at least I meant something.

The blood has dried on my hands but the wounds remain.