"Its ringing possesses your ears, sneaking into the ventricles of your bleeding heart and the purity of it, the absoluteness of it resounds into your lungs and you can't breathe, you know now that you'll never really breathe again." TASM2 Movie-verse.

Scorpius is pulling you into a hug for the thousandth time. Your heart aches regardless. You're beautiful, he whispers, and you try to smile. ;based roughly off of the cure's letter to elise.

Her body is limp; she isn't moving. She is a doll; a mere mass of empty lips and a bleeding heart and gorgeous fiery hair that isn't so fiery anymore.

He gripped her wrists, and sighed. "Rose." Rose Weasley shivered at the sound of her name, but his voice was sad. "We can't do this anymore."

Nymphadora, please. Go home to Teddy. Your intense, vivid eyes met his steadily. As if I would leave you now.