Crush Me // Harry Potter

The agony I feel in this moment is worse than any pain anyone could ever inflict upon me.

I grab the lifeless body in my arms grasping on to the tattered T-shirt that was once worn. I run my fingers through the once soft hair, grasping it. I caress the once joyful face, closing the dull eyes that no longer shine. Not for the persons sake. No. For mine. I can't see those eyes I loved, no love, stare back at me without hope. I run my thumb over the lips I once heard laughter from. That used to tell horrible jokes that were never funny, but somehow everyone seemed to laugh at them. I am holding a very important person in my life, in my arms, a person I love. So, it's hard to believe this is happening.

That's because it isn't. It's a dream. A nightmare. Yes. That's what this is. It's warped. The edges are blurred. The image isn't too clear. I can't quiet tell who I am or who I'm holding. What is going on again? Why do I feel such pain?

Then blinding pain strikes my chest.