This had always been the inevitable outcome, unless she had come to her senses earlier and realized that she deserved so much better than him. He would die of the runes one day, by Snape’s calculations that day was approaching rather quickly, so this shouldn’t be this shocking. This painful. And yet, seeing her on his bed, her curls sprawled across his sheets, he didn’t want to let her go; didn’t want her to forget. He closed his eyes and felt tears drip to the floor. Breathing felt increasingly difficult.