She cried. He had given up living. Her friend had given up. It was their fault. He had been t the forefront on a pointless war that had nothing to do with him. He was used, depended on, pressured and ultimately branded as a traitor.

She knew something was wrong when her turned up in their rose garden crying.

He was recovering. How could this happen?

"Harry, please don't leave me alone."

He couldn't stand it.

He gave his immortality to me.

He left me to go to those that treasured him.

I should've seen this coming.

I could remember the song he was singing a few days before his death.

If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life, oh well
I've had just enough time

I look to the new born star shining with an emerald light.

The colour of his eyes.

I was the only one that realised he was gone, the only on that mourned.

No one else cared.

I spent most of immortality travelling.

At times I felt alone, I'd look up at the star, forever with me.

Now I was ready to join them, my family and best friend.