It was better to be Oblivious than to face reality.
He watched her as she walked down the street with her new boyfriend. That red head Ron Weasley, a smile on her face as she leaned against him for support.
He was used to the aching feeling in his chest. It had been over a year and yet here he was, sulking over the muggleborn bushy haired golden girl. He should be ashamed of himself, why couldn't he just move on? She obviously had.
Maybe she had never meant a word. That just stung him more. He had meant every single word, every kiss, every single 'I love you' and she had easily moved on. As if he was nobody worth remembering.
He fucked up. He knew it, she needed him, but he was a coward and she left him.
This was it though. One last glance. One last moment of an aching heart and the idea that they will never be together again. He was ready to say goodbye.
He turned away, and went down the alley to apparate himself home. There he knew would be his final moments of pinning over a woman who obviously thought that he was nothing but dirt under her shoes. He wouldn't do that, feelings be damned. He was tired of broken heart. He was tired of thinking about the what ifs. He was tired of seeing her in public and trying to hide away from her, afraid of what he might do if they faced each other again. He was tired of being the one who was avoiding people. Avoiding what life had to offer him. He was done.
It was one small spell and he would never have to feel like shit again.
The moment he was home, he locked all the doors, made sure all the windows were closed and stood in the middle of the sitting room. This was it.
He stared down at his hand that was holding his wand. He wasn't going to kill himself but it felt like he was. But he knew he was slowly dying, craving and pinning over a woman he could never have. A woman who didn't care about him anyone. A woman who had a life and love and happiness.
He deserved that too. And forgetting about her would be the solution to everything. If he just erased her from his memory, he could finally be at peace.
He raised the wand to his forehead with a shaky hand and said the word.
"Obliviate."
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A/N okay this is probably such a cliche of a story but honestly I love this plot line. Plus I'll put my own spin on it. This isn't a full chapter just a small backstory until we actually begin it. I hope this turns out as good as I imagine it in my head.