Alone I Break
sudden pain
He didn't turn around.
Ron knew that she came behind him, but even after she started to beg him to come back he didn't turn around to her. Not even her tears melted his anger. He wouldn't turn around to her. He couldn't. He couldn't look into her face. Not now. The cold pain of rejection burnt too deep within his heart and stung steadily.
She had chosen him...
He quickened his pace, pushing deeper into the forest while he heard her sob behind him. The adrenaline rushed through his veins, sharpening his senses and so his ears almost let him see how she swayed and tumbled, blinded by her tears, struck down by her sorrow. When he heard her fall he stopped for a short moment, almost ready to run back to her and to help her up again. To pull her into his arms and forget what had happened.
She had chosen him...
The words that echoed in the back of his head fed his anger and so he shut out the noises of sorrow and desperation and left the tent behind him. Although he wasn't quite sure where he was heading he moved on. He couldn't stay here, he couldn't come back, he couldn't turn around to see that look in her eyes again. To see how she had looked back at him and chose him. Like everyone had done.
He didn't say a word or turn around before he finally left them behind and disapparated right into the night.
He believed to have landed right in the middle of nowhere. Cold wind blew into his face and left him shivering in his own cold anger. However, with every step he made into the darkness his rage gradually vanished until it dissolved completely into the night. For a moment the emptiness he felt without his warming anger left him swaying in the coldness and darkness of that night and automatically his hand went into his pocket. He pulled out the Deluminator and simply clicked it, hoping he had thought of any lights to keep. To his own surprise one of Hermione's tiny little balls of light appeared and he felt his heart grow heavy. She must have snuggled it in it while he slept.
Ron swallowed hard when he felt a painful sting in his heart, the pain forced him on his knees and not even Hermione's light ball could warm him any longer. He choked hard, hoping, praying that the pain would end. But it didn't. Only, after a few minutes, did it grow weaker until it was at least standable and slowly he rose up. He didn't know what this sudden pain was, but he didn't like it, that's for sure.
Finally, he took his time to observe his environment, trying to orientate himself at the trees that still surrounded him he reckoned that he was still in a forest. But where? Where the hell am I?
Ron sighed heavily and cursed his own lousy sense of direction, Hermione had always been the one who found their way...
Again the pain flashed through his heart and again he fell on his knees, gasping for air until the wave of sudden pain eased and he could breathe more easily. He shook his head and eventually gave up. Tonight he wouldn't find his way to nowhere. He needed to sleep, he needed to rest. Tomorrow, everything would be looking much better. The strange pain in his heart would be gone.
But I didn't.
The pain in Ronald Weasley's heart wouldn't leave for a long time.