"I don't think we can do this anymore."
"What? Did I do something wrong?" We were having this cliched conversation all over again. Ron and I have broken up and gotten back together about three times now.
"I think we both knew this was going to end sooner or later. We should save ourselves the pain and heartbreak that we'll eventually face in the future" continued Ron. That was the wisest thing to have come out of Ron throughout our whole relationship. I stood there, slightly stunned but not all that surprised. I composed my features and replied honestly, "You're right, we should've ended this a long time ago" I took a long ragged breath. I was finally breaking up with my childhood sweetheart.
Ron stepped forward, invading my personal space, and wrapped his arms around me as my shoulders shook, I cried silently.
We stayed there for a a few minutes in that position. The tears finally stopped. I squeezed Ron one last time and stepped back. I rubbed my eyes, removing the last traces of the tears I would ever shed for Ron. I smiled wryly at him, he gave me the same look. "Best of luck, Hermione. We'll always be friends, yeah?"
I nodded, hoping for hope we would be. He smiled slightly, turned and walked away. In my heart I knew, our friendship would always be strained, however much we tried. Maybe sometime in the future, we would somehow become best friends again. On that last thought, I too turned and walked away, feeling the burden that lied on my shoulders all this time being lifted. For the first time in a long time, I felt free.
"So you told her?"
"Yeah, I did. "
"Good, now I can have you all to myself." The woman giggled playfully.
"Listen, you won't tell Hermione won't you? It would break her heart knowing that the two of us... are together."
"I won't Ronald. Don't you trust me?" She smiled sweetly at me."
"'Course I do," I pulled her in for a long kiss and we tumbled back into bed.