(GPOV)
Have you ever felt mental pain that was so horrific, you knew you had to shake it off in spite of the person that caused it? That's how I felt. I walked up the dewy school lawns, away from Proffessor Dumbledore's funeral. Harry was still standing back there. I could feel his eyes on my back and the pain of rejectment stung me. I understood why, but I didn't understand how..........How would we make it back to each other?
(HPOV)
Guilt
swelled inside me as Mrs. Weasley touched my shoulder. I turned and
saw Mr. Weasley with his sons, all stony-faced and felt more regret
bubble up. I'd just dumped their daughter and sister, and I wondered
why. I understood how we'd find our way back to each other. I mean
, I understand now, but I didn't get why! Why did I have to chicken
out? Especially when I had the gut feeling we'd make it.....We all
would.
