To truly understand someone, you must accept their strengths and their weakness. I thought I knew my father up until the day his greatest fear came true. My father's greatest weakness defined him more than any strength and it made him my hero. Hugo's POV

I am trying to act like it's not her. That maybe, just maybe if I act like it couldn't possibly be her, then I will realize that isn't her. But I can't. I can't stop seeing her face, facing the door. Her eyes were still open. And it is my fault.

Love is like a strong wind. It is powerful, all consuming and has the ability to tear your world apart. But it isn't enough. Love isn't a rock you can build your life on. You need trust, you need respect, you need more. And that was what she didn't have.

It's the little things that hurt the most. I wish I knew what to say or what to do but in the end the only one who can fix this is her. And I will never be enough with her gone. Ginny's POV

She stared out the window in the tower, watching the wind as it blew the snow in mystifying patterns. Their beauty and grace as they fell was mystifying. But then, each one, every single one, hits the ground. Their simply, gone.

Know that I have always believed that everyone has one person, one soul that compliments them so completely that everything else pales in comparison. That is you and I know that I will never find that again. But I can't stay here. One-shot HG/SS