A/N: Hey, everyone! Write here. Okay, this one-shot was a half-and-half by Read & I. The catch? Read doesn't know that I'm posting it. The poem was written by her, and the story by me.

I hope you guys enjoy it.


Can time really heal all hearts?
And until then do the broken ones just play their parts?
As we live in slow motion the rest of the world goes on…
I cannot accept that
Time cannot heal my heart

I messily throw my hair into a bun and pull a jumper over my head. It's my time to flee.

My trunk is packed, and no one's going to make me halt. Not now. Not after…

I shudder at the thought of his departure. My heart had been ripped to shreds that day. He had left with my brother and best friend, without even a good-bye.

I merely got a look from him. A look that was trying with all its might to apologize. A look that was attempting to say so many things that he could not voice himself. A look that he probably thought would answer everything I wanted – needed to know.

But I had just glanced away.

As I look at myself in the mirror, I wonder what's happened to me.

I'm not okay
Because even though he said he's sorry, he does not know my pain
He doesn't know I love him
He doesn't know that he has slain
Me and everything I once stood for

My usually pale appearance has become, if possible, even paler and I've lost so much weight that my clothes are beginning to hang off of me.

Mum's worried. Everyone is.

What will become of the Wizarding World? What will become of Harry Potter? The Boy-Who-Lived? The Chosen One? That's what everyone wants to know.

It's never, what will become of Ginny Weasley?

My brown eyes look dull. My hair is a rat's nest. There are bags under my eyes, and red tinges around them.

And it's all because of him.

I want to leave. I want to be free from my misery. I want to be free from sleepless nights crying for him to come back.

I want to be free of my love for him.

He doesn't know how the rain pours
But I swore I would never leave
I feel the shame should be all mine
But now I'm leaving for good
And if I could

He became so distant before he left. I should have known. I just should have…

I've got to get out of here. I feel there are no other options. I don't know where I'm going or how long until I'll be back.

There's really no stopping me now.

I would cry at this moment
When my world falls apart again
And I don't know when I'm coming back


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