Hermione's words seemed to give him the permission he needed to break down. He began sobbing, his entire body consumed with grief. "She's gone.. she's gone.. she's gone.." he kept repeating. He missed her. He felt as if he was drowning and his only salvation was gone.
Every time he would seem to calm, he'd see something. Her scarf she had left on the coat tree. The piece of parchment from writing invitations. "I love her so much," he finally choked out softly.