Hiraeth || Welsh
Deep longing for a place which can never be revisited.
He stands. . .as he watches her red hair flutter around in the air.
He sighs. . .as he realizes he is the only one who can see her.
He smiles. . .as he realizes he is the only...
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Epilogue: Far Off Blue Sky
"The ones who love us always watch over us. It is their blessing and love that helps us to move forward in life."
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His room smelt of treacle tart, books and wildflowers. He had, as of late, taken to becoming a dessertoholic, bibliophile and a wildflower lover. Mostly because it reminded him of periods of everlasting, and depressingly, never coming back moments of his life. A soft breeze blew, carrying the sound of a melancholic melody being played by a piano's sweet keys.
He tilted his head up to face the far off blue sky, greying hair falling to his dying eyes. The clouds were scattered, aloof and carefree. There was nothing wrong with it; it looked as normal as a sky could be. But something inside his heart seemed to make him more alive and paranoid.
"Dad?" The sound of his son's voice rang in his ears and he turned around to face the man, who was even now a boy in his blue eyes. "Dad, please come over. You have been alone for an awful lot of time. Please, Dad."
Ron smiled sadly. "Blimey, Hugo! There's no need to worry about this old man. He's all right about being alone. I have been for a week, haven't I?"
"But I insist!" Hugo pleaded, wailing his arms around like he always did When he was but a wee baby. Ron was reminded of his birth, the fifteenth of August, just a few days after his aunt's birthday. His aunt who was noble enough to sacrifice herself for Ron's family. Tears welled in his eyes but he had to put up the show of Gryffindor bravery which he had maintained even after Hermione's death.
"No, kid. It's better this way. Trust your dad," Ron replied instead, putting on a smile which was hard to muster on his tired face. Hugo sighed. He nodded reluctantly and left the house after giving his father a hug which clearly spoke volumes of his guilt.
Both of Ron's children, Rose and Hugo, were compelled by their respective spouses to not get him under their care. Children these days considered the elderly as an unwanted and undesired burden. Although Rose and Hugo never had that emotion, Ron, as well as Hermione, knew their family members would not accept them.
Ron was perfectly fine with it because he knew, deep down, that it was not his kids who did not desire his and his wife's presence. As long as their partners kept them happy, he was okay with it. Times had gotten darker and harder on the Weasley when Hermione died of contracting a Muggle disease. A disease which Ron never even wanted to hear the name of again. It had become, in a way, a taboo to him. Just like Voldemort's name was.
As Ron turned back to gaze at the far off blue sky, he felt more alone and lonely than ever. Hermione was gone. Harry had left far earlier. Ginny never lived even half of what he had. Oreo just was not meant to live after her leaving the world entirely. His brothers were sick and old, just like he was. The family was crumbling, only holding on because of the successors whose spouses despised them. What had become of the once loved world? The world which treated each and every being, creature, with utmost respect. Why had it become devoid of all the emotions and pure feeling of love? Ron could never answer that. Perhaps he would never know.
