And we can look you in the eye,
And say, "We're not afraid to die."

She's on her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks, and her hand grasping against his heart. The world is swirling around her, blood running down her arms and his body lifeless against her, his eyes flickering over her face and she feels his hand wrap around her own, squeezing it softly and she watches as blood runs from his lip, his breath shaking and shallow.

"You can't do this!" She screams, and he just shakes his head, with the stupid, stupid, bloody stupid grin stuck firmly on his face, and his face winces as his hand slowly makes it way up to wipe away her tears, cupping her cheek and brushing the hair out of her face, "You can't go." She insists, shaking her head as he just continues to smile at her.

"You're so beautiful." He says with his last breath and the light leaves his eyes and her desperate cries fill the air and Regulus Black lies dead and still in her arms, head cradled against her chest and blood soaking through her clothes. She waits; oh she waits for an eternity, for his eyes to open again, for his nose to twitch and for his lips to move again. For him to smile and lean up and kiss her softly, for his hands to lace through her hair and for him to mumble something sweet and meaningless yet profound in her ear. But all she receives is nothing. A cold, silent, blank nothing.

"Regulus, wake up, wake up, I'm here, wake up, please wake up," She mutters, fingertips running over his cheeks and wiping away the mixture of blood, dirt, and her tears, waiting, just waiting. "I love you, wake up." It's the first time she's ever said it first, without being prompted, first time the words have just naturally left her lips and she holds him closer, hitting his chest and begging him, begging him to answer and she waits for him to say it back.

"Say it back, Black, say it back!"

She should fight back. She should aim her wand and fire a spell and fight back. But she can't. Her arm is bleeding and her head is dizzy, she can't see straight and she stumbles into her bedroom, locking the door with a click behind her and she just stands there and waits.

She should fight back, but she's so tired, she's so very tired of fighting, after all that's all she's ever done. She's fought and she's won and she's lost more than she could ever hope to regain. The Dark Lord came for him and now he's coming for her. She's been waiting for this day for eighteen years, the day where she could kill him. She could kill the man, the monster, who took Regulus Black away from her forever.

"It's okay, 'Lia, it's just like closing your eyes," His voice mutters and she turns to see him, his messy black hair, sitting in his face in the way that annoyed her so very much, and the blue eyes twinkling with mischief and the twitch of his lips as he smiles at her softly, and she smiles back, stumbling over to him but she never reaches him, "I'm here, it's okay."

The door blows off its hinges and she turns to face Death, his eyes unforgiving and she sighs, her wand lying idly by her side and she waits, she waits for him to mutter the spell and kill her. Destroy her. Then she could finally, finally join Regulus in his final slumber. Where she belongs. Where she's always known she belongs. She's afraid, she thinks of Susan, she thinks of all the people he's destroyed and she's so selfish that she'd rather die than face him, but his fingers intertwine with hers and everything is okay. She's not afraid anymore, and she turns to face him tears running down her cheeks again and he smiles softly at her as death raises his arm and the spell leaves his wand.

Amelia Bones cripples to the floor.

And no matter how we try,
We are not afraid to die.

AN: Well, I hope you enjoyed that (and yes I cried while writing it).
Based off Die by Iron & Wine.
Thank you for reading!
Everything belongs to JK Rowling!