(Okay, this is my first songfic. Don't hurt me, please!
I don't own Harry Potter or this song. It's 'My immortal' by Evanesence)
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
She looked at him, a little bit of hurt in her eyes. She's done with him, sick of the lies, sick of being afraid of the dark, afraid of him.
"I'm sorry. I can't take it anymore." Surprisingly, the words came from his mouth. "I've got to be free from you."
She started to cry. Not because he wants to go, but because she didn't get to tell him to leave.
He hugs her.
"I'll write you," he says as he leaves. She knows he will. She hopes.
January.