Hermione really thinks she can do it. She’s overcome so much in her brief life, she can... live, even if it is a life without him. Fight the pain with the memories of their happiness, his smile, his silver eyes, their light banter, their love. Yet, the nightmare is always there, and not only in her mind. His eyes losing their light, his last breath breaking her soul into a million pieces, it’s all around her, all she sees and all she hears. It’s all that fills the emptiness around her most days, all the places he used to be. She tries to hold on to the pieces of him that live in her memories, tries to fill the emptiness with them, with the memory of him next to her in bed, his chest against her back as she boiled water to make them tea, his reflection in the mirror as he watched her struggle with her hair, his smirk that always made her heart skip a beat. But it’s never enough.