Mary opened her eyes slowly and looked around. She was in his room.
Remus.
Her hands reached out to the space next to her and she turned. "Remus?" she spoke, wondering he was not in bed next to her. And then she paused.
The space next to her was empty and she felt her chest tighten and she found it hard to breathe. She shut her eyes and clenched on his jacket she was wearing tightly. It still had his scent on it.
She barely remembered what happened, part of her refusing to remember. All she knew was that Remus was gone. Her best friend, her confidant, her first love was no longer around. She had no idea how long it was before anybody realised they were not around. His parents found her, at the graveyard, holding on to his body. She was quiet, her eyes closed, only to scream and sob when they tried to pull him away.
"He'll come back! He's suppose to come back!"
Except he was not coming back. He was gone.
As reality sunk deeper in her, she only shut her eyes tighter. She was devastated, heartbroken and exhausted. Everyone said they admired her strength, how she managed to stay strong despite what happened in her life.
Maybe she was not as strong as they thought she was.
At that moment, her heart was aching, she was just broken. The love of her life was gone. The person who was her strength, the one who made her so happy and made her laugh like no other did was no longer there. Life was less scary with him around, and now that he was gone, she felt so scared, so empty and alone. She hugged herself, taking in his scent and rocked herself as she tried to breathe.
Mary was not okay, and she was not sure if she ever will be okay.
