Tears were pouring down my face and yet I still sat there, still as a statue staring out the window. My breath hitched in my throat and I let out a sob. Finally sighing I wiped the tears from my face, pressed the heel of my palm against my aching forhead and stood up.

I couldn't belive that it was another night that I was spending crying over him, after everything that had happened, I couldn't beleive that I still cared. "Hes moved on, he moved on ages ago, hes happy now and has no idea who you are anymore" I kept on telling myself over and over again, but it still wouldn't sink it.

I couldn't get over the fact that I would never see him again, I loved him, hell, I still do. But he moved on ages ago, and I should've done a long time ago. All this time I've spent dwelling on the past. I was so stupid to get my hopes up so high. I should have known that happy endings were never real, that this whole facade was never real.

"He was just using you" I whispered to myself as I felt the tears start up again. I sniffed and feircly wiped at my eyes. I refused to cry over him again.

I looked at the time and decided to get out and get some fresh air. "It's high time I get over him, hes forgotten me, and now I need to forget him".

I got dressed and packed a small bag of stuff I might need throughout the day, before apparating to Diagon alley.

I appeared outside flourish and blotts, and quickly turned around hearing a cry of shock behind me. Immediately I regretted ever coming here, because there stood in front of me was the one person from my past that I had never wanted to see again.

He looked older, but his platinum blonde hair was the same, so was the cold grey eyes that seemed to not know where to look.

A/N: Well, this has started out as a oneshot, but may go on to something more. Please no flamng. lol tell me what you think.

I left it as a cliffy on purpose in case I do decide to one day turn it into a proper story.