Everything unpleasant wrapped inside a bow-donning bundle of rags.
A knife stabbed into the back of a loved one and twisted.
Noticing an insect writhing in your food after you have taken a few bites.
A thousand tears soaking your favorite sweater - which is no longer comfortable
Dying, slowly and painfully. Being resurrected and dying, slowly and painfully, again and again and again and again and again.
A painful diagnosis spoken through a hushed voice of your favorite doctor.
Another knife, stabbed in the place of the last, but this time deeper.
The painful sensation of being completely caught on fire, and then, with damaged nerves, a feeling of absolute nothingness.
Angst that even Harry Potter couldn't manage to create.
A gray sky, that you used to enjoy, is mocking you.
Humid air, that you used to enjoy, suffocates you.
18,000 people crowded in one hall are all laughing at you.
A flavorful beverage of berries has poisoned you.
Bloodstained cobble stone streets.
Nothing resides in your stomach, but you don't feel it. It's as if you have the flu.
Discovering a pair of old boots that you used to enjoy. You place one foot inside and invade a spider's home.
Nothing, just nothing.
A night spent crying at the stars, the same stars the other may be looking at.
The stars are surrounded by emptiness, which eerily mimics the feeling in your chest.
A sip of coffee that has been cold for quite a while now.
Being the person in the urban legend who discovers the dead body underneath their hotel mattress.
Staring at the sea, just like last summer, but wishing you were thousands of miles beneath the surface.
You would be of use to the creatures who call the sea their home.
You are rather nutrient rich.
An empty spot on your cheek.
An empty spot on your shoulder.
An empty spot on your waist.
Muggle photographs don't move.
You envy the joyous look on your face and their's in that photograph.
The same 18,000 people in an auditorium watching a performer who might feel similar to you right now.
You are in the back, in a seat. The darkness of the stadium is tinted blue from the stage lights. The air is cool. You don't feel it.
After this, there may only be one more empty month on the other side of the planet.
A home belonging to you both is warm and happy and perfect.
It awaits you. You will be home soon.
A filled spot on your cheek.
A filled spot on your shoulder.
A filled spot on your waist.