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The Great Maze Chall/Comp: You step forward and find a few broken pieces of glass in the grass. Put the broken pieces back together just you put together a broken heart.

The glass smashed onto the wall, shattering instantly and glittering as it rained onto the carpet. It was this that stopped Rose, stilling her for a moment. She didn't know who was more surprised that she'd thrown the glass at her boyfriend - ex-boyfriend; him or her.

"You idiot!" Adam screamed, his mind finally coming to terms with what had just happened. "You could have hit me!"

Rose glowered, clenching a fist. "You could have healed yourself in no time."

He only stared at her, shaking his head in disbelief. This made her even more angry, the rage thumped through her, making her hands shake ever-so-slightly. Rose took a deep breath, leaning against the table so that she didn't fall as the emotion hit her for the first time.

"You really are - uh." Adam made a face and angered her more than anything.

"I'm really what?" Rose asked, stepping forward slowly, eyes narrowed at him. "Go on, Adam, what am I? Really?"

Her ex-boyfriend didn't answer for a moment, only looked at her. It was at that moment she knew he would say something to hurt, only because she nearly hurt him physically. That was the way Adam worked, if someone tries to hurt him - hurt them ten times hardly.

It was something she'd admired; at the start.

"It's no wonder that I slept with her," he spat. "you're too much of a bitch not to be played around."

Rose swallowed, feeling tears formed behind her eyes. It wasn't tears of sadness, oh no, this was tears of complete and utter rage. She could feel the anger on her tongue. How dare he turn this on her.

"Is that right?" she said quietly, lowering her eyes for a moment, trying to calm her breathing. Her blue eyes were blazing when she looked up again, narrowed them at the boy in front of her. "If so, get out."

Adam looked gob-smacked. "Me?"

"Yes." Rose replied, quite calmly. "Get out. I pay for this house. So, out!"

"I lived here first." He protested, shaking his head at her. "No, no way. You get out!"

"I pay." Rose repeated. "You don't. Out!"

He was silent for a moment, only staring at her. Finally, he let out a chuckle, shaking his head before turning away and grabbing his coat from the rack near the door. Adam didn't turn to look at her, pulling the front door open roughly. Rose didn't even remind him to take his stuff, but continued to watch him, not even flinching when door slammed hard enough to shake the photographs on the wall.

It was then she glanced around her, taking in the photograph that was closest to her. It was taken only a few weeks ago, they'd been visiting the Burrow for the traditional Sunday dinner and her mother wanted a picture of the two of them. Rose throat choked, watching as she turned to Adam, planting a gentle kiss upon his cheek. He turned, grinning with his dimples on full display.

Rose could feel herself breaking down, now that he was not longer in front of her, she could feel it churning inside her. Trying not to think about what had just happened, Rose waved her wand over the glass, trying to place the pieces back together. However, her tears were blurring her view her mind too distracted.

Finally, after holding back the feelings since she'd found out what Adam had done behind her back, she collapsed onto the ground, ignoring the glittering pieces of glass underneath her.

How could she put the pieces back together, when she couldn't even do that for herself?