(TW: Drowning)
He couldn't hold it anymore. The dam in his eyes finally broke. He cried, letting out the frustration, anger, and guilt that he felt for many years. His heart was yearning for Harry. He screamed out the pain he was feeling. The emptiness in his heart. The sorrow.
He felt lost. His energy was drained and his mind felt numb. His hands were shaking. He wiped away the tears that was falling down his cheeks.
"Harry, I want to be you. Will you wait for me? I'm coming to you. Don't worry." He felt nothing except wanting to be reunited with his loved one. One way or another.
"I'm coming, Harry. Just wait for me." He smiled in his tears. Without thinking rationally, he slowly slipping himself deeper into the tub.
Deeper and deeper, until his face was beneath the water surface.
'I love you'
His heart was beating fast, struggling, having the need to break through the surface of the water and just breathe but ignored it. He could feel his life slowly being ripped off from his body. His body was getting weaker and weaker.
' I just want to see your face again.'
His vision was getting blurred. His grip on each side of the bathtub started to loosen up.
He gave up.
Gave up on his life.
He traded his life for death.
Stupid.
He felt stupid but he felt it was his only choice.
His heart rate started to slow down. His vision started to darken.
'I'm coming.'
