He decided. He slowly walked between the trees of the Forbidden Forest. He knew He was there. He knew how his path would end.
He regretted. He recalled hundreds of things he didn't do and those he regretted. He could have changed so many things, he could have written his own story, but he simply accepted the one created by others.
He missed you. He turned the Resurrection Stone over in his hands, listening to the words of his parents and Sirius, who tried to comfort him in these last moments.
He was impatient. Every now and then he quickened his pace, wanting to get it over with. He was counting on a quick Avada so he wouldn't have to suffer anymore...
He was ready. He entered the clearing, throwing insults at Voldiegi. He knew he wouldn't leave here on his own, but he wasn't worried about that at the moment.
Fought. He grabbed his wand in his tired hands, sending curse after curse at Tom. Voldi answered them again and again.
He lost. The sound of a gunshot and the Dark Lord's two ugly words merged into one. Avada's green beam hit him in the left side. He quickly fell to the ground, and a single tear rolled down his cheek from his open eyes.
He mentioned. In an instant, all his memories flashed before his eyes. From his childhood, when Aunt Petunia refused to give him even a little love. From Hogwarts, when he was loved and hated, it seemed by the same people, depending on the situation. Triwizard Tournament, Cedric's death... Sirius' death... Dumbledore's death...
He resigned. He saw in slow motion how Dumbledore greeted him at the station, how a monster was dying under the bench, but he had had enough. He didn't want to come back. His existence has only brought more misfortune to those he loves.
- Then go back there yourself.
He said as he disappeared.
He left...