A/N - I know this story probably doesn't sound too good. I may rewrite it soon, but I just liked the idea of it. Hope ya like it and as always please review.

All My Life
These Tears I Shed

It wasn't that I wanted to leave. I had to. Every time I see him smile or laugh, my heart just breaks all over again. No matter how many times I try to give up on him, Harry Potter will always be the one I fall in love in with... always. I'm tired of it. Tired of every hard nights sleep, every tear I've shed at his expense, every time I look in the mirror and remember he will never love me. I can't pretend to be someone else. And I'll never fall out of love with him for the rest of my horrid life. The only thing I can do is leave and find somewhere I can start over new. I may never get over him, but I can get on with my life the best I can.

"Ginny dear, are you sure?" My mother cried, hugging me tightly as I dropped my suitcase on the floor.

I pulled away slowly, wiping the tears off my cheek. "I need to do this mum. It will be ok and I promise to owl you every day."

"Aren't you going to bid everyone goodbye?"

"I'm sorry mum. I love you."

And with that I apparated away.

Everyone always told me that Paris is where the heart lays. I hope they're right.

I walked slowly, drenched in rain, to the nearest apartment complex and up to the counter.

"Ginny Weasley! So glad you are here!" He exclaimed, handing the key to me.

I waved goodbye as I trudged slowly into my apartment. "Bye."

I opened the door hesitintly, glancing around the dark gloomy room. Setting my suitcase next to the bed, I fellonto itwith a sigh, sobbing suddenly. This would be the last time I cry for him.

Dear Mum,

I arrived safely so don't worry. Tell everyone I'm sorry I left so quickly and that I love them. I will be fine. I just found a job as a writer for the most local newspaper. Not to mention, I saw this cute little coffee shop called "Café Pour Tous". It is fantastic mum, I wish you could see it!

I have to go.

Love Ginny

I ran out into the street, passing by all the rushing people trying desperately to get out of the rain. I was greeted warmly as I walked through the doors of the little coffee shop and sat down with a sigh. It had been another hard days work. Not to mention I was depressed to no end. I thought leaving would help, but I keep thinking about all the people at the Burrow who should have owled me by now, or came and got me, forcing me to come home. But there was nothing. No one cared.

"Miss are you ok?" The waiter asked politely.

I wiped my eyes and smiled faintly. "Fine. May I have a cup of coffee?"

"Dark?"

"Sure." I said as he walked off to get my order.

Why wouldn't they care? They always seem to care... Maybe I was just living a lie. All this time, maybe it was an act. They probably never cared in the first place.

I gripped the coffee mug harshly, breaking it instantly as the blood ran down my hand.

"Oh dear! You are bleeding!" He exclaimed.

"Stop. Don't worry about it." I replied through gritted teeth. I didn't mean to be rude, I really didn't. I felt numb all the way through, soaking every part of my body. Rigid and harsh. I sat there like a stone, deciding not to move for the rest of my life. It only took an hour for me to understand how stupid that was. I walked out sadly, pulling the napkins tighter around my hand and the scarf around my neck to keep out the cold weather that was leaking through.

Ginny,

I really wish you would come home! It isn't the same without you. Everyone is worried. I respect your choices though and I hope to see you soon. Please pop by for a visit when you can. I love you.

Mum

To Be Continued...