The marks on the wall number more than you can count. You know they are accurate, for you have meticulously added one every day for the past however many years, but you have lost precise count. Enough
is how you quantify them.
As you scratch another mark into the wall today, slightly crooked but still roughly straight, you think of them.
They died today.
You were twenty-one when you were taken away. Twenty-one and an old kind of young, and you had been laughing, because it was all you could think to do. They were twenty-one when they died, and they will be twenty-one forever.
You forget how old you are now, or you donít want to remember. You want to stay twenty-one with them, because it isnít fair that you should grow older without them. You were supposed to do that together.
Every year today you remember their twenty-one-year-old selves, lost forever that way, frozen in time at just those twenty-one years. You remember how happy they were, despite everything, how determined they were to live their lives the way they wanted. You remember all those moments that somewhere along the way you might have forgotten. With the entire day to think, you remember everything.
You miss them, more and more each day. Today it is even more painful. Each year on this day, you think the pain could not possibly get worse, but it does, because each year on this day, you remember something else. The way he spilled his Butterbeer that one time in The Three Broomsticks, the way she had laughed, the way you had mocked him for the rest of the day. The way she fell asleep once in History of Magic, the way he had spent the whole class doodling on her arm, the way you had denied any involvement in such antics. The way you dragged them both to the top of the Astronomy Tower for that meteor shower, the way he had gazed, the way she had shed one tear that she hastily wiped away and thought you didnít see but of course you did.
The way they loved you, and you loved them.
Tomorrow you will add another mark to the wall, and today will be gone, blended in amongst its fellows. You are determined to never let them end up that way, forgotten. You will remember them as long as you can, until you are taken away again.