When Harry left Ginny
When you said the words to me, I thought you were joking. I thought you were trying to brighten up my day with some kind of pathetic humour. I never would have guessed what you were saying was the truth. It felt like someone had choked me. It felt like the Earth had stopped in its orbit and that everyone was just standing still. It didn't feel like I was even alive, I didn't feel anything. You tore out my heart so forcefully that day; I couldn't even feel the pain. My stomach was in a constant writhe, my head filled with an unvarying cloud that refused to rain itself out of the sky. How could you? How could you leave me, after putting yourself out there for me so many times? Did you even love me if this was what you were going to put me through? How could I be sure I'd even see you again; feel your hand against my cheek and for once feel like I was completely safe? That knife cut so deep, I was sure I was going to bleed for the rest of my life. I knew you had to do it, but I just couldn't face it. I preferred to stick it on the back wall of mind, so as to rid myself of the smallest bit of deprivation. Some people need water and food to survive, premature babies need a hospital. But I needed you; it was the only way for me to stay alive. Letting you slip out of my arms was the hardest thing I have ever done.
I don't honestly know how I did it. I guess it was the thought of you coming back to me. Everyday I pleaded that you'd come back safe. I would scour the papers, trying to find evidence of you. It was like being addicted to a drug, I couldn't stop. If I didn't find you, the tears would surely consume me.
I need you.
Never leave me again.