Left by FloatingBallofLight
Chapter One: Falling
Disclaimer: It's sweet of you to compare me to Jo, but I'm modest, so I don't own it.
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I couldn't get to sleep. His words kept pulsing through my mind. 'I get it. You choose him.'
Forcing myself out of bed, I got up and made some tea.
Had it really happened? Is he really gone?
As I sat down in the chair he usually occupied, I picked up the blankets I had thrown down on the floor last night.I wanted to destroy them, punish them for even touching him. Now they were my lifeline.
Bringing them up to my face, I smelled juist like thoughts drifted away as I remembered the easier times.
It was just me and were at the Burrow right before school started again. I ran around in the tall grass as he chased me.
My mind came back to the tent too soon.
'God,I'm hopeless!', I think.
'Now Hermione, don't go blaming are NOT the victim here! HE should be the one breaking down, not ME.'
"Crap", I breathed as a tear rolled down my cheek. I couldn't pretend. I had to face the truth.
The only real thing that existed, whether we were on the train, studying for O.W.L.'s, or even now, as war was upon us, had left me.
The only person who has enough of me to break my heart, was gone.
Admitting this seemed to be enough, and for the first time in days, I drifted off to sleep.
That night I dreamt about the previous summer. The images played again in my mind. I ran aroun in the tall grass. And he caught me.