Harry didn't know what to do as he looked at her. She just sat there motionless, if not for her breathing you would think she was dead. Her eyes were open and unblinking as he stared at her. Unable to take it anymore he closed her eyes and felt like he was saying goodbye. Then the door opened and in came the healer. Harry looked up at him from his seated position next to Hermione's bed and looked at his face. It said all he didn't want to hear. The healer went to look at his chart then paused and sighed as he set it aside. "I'm sorry mister Potter" the healer said, "but she's never coming back from this state". Harry's eyes grew angry even though he already knew the answer "what do you mean" he said. The healer replied and said "her mind isn't there anymore there's nothing to fix, it's like shattered glass once is broken you can gather all the pieces up but it won't do any good because you can't mend it back to what it was before". He paused in his statement, "that's what she's experiencing from the outside, I would assume from the inside she's living the life she has always dreamed of and is very happy". Harry looked over at Hermione laying still on the bed like a lifeless body and his eyes welled up with tears. "Do you really want to take her away from that? Even if you could would you bring her back to all the pain and suffering in this reality?" Harry's tears fell as he looked on and he shook his head weakly and said "no". For the past two years, he had been trying everything in his power to bring her back, but to no avail. It was time to let her go as much as his heart told him no and begged him to keep trying his mind knew what the right decision was. "Is it still alright if I come to visit?" while Harry didn't need permission he felt like he needed to ask. The healer who seemed to understand what he had decided and what he was asking replied "yes you may still visit I think she would like that". At that a fresh wave of tears loosed themselves upon his cheeks and he bent down and kissed her lips the first, last, and only time he would be able to get to. He then lifted himself up and walked out the room leaving not only his heart gripped between her still unmoving hands, but also his happiness for he knew no matter how hard he looked he would not be able to find another like her.