Author's note: Hey guys! I wrote this one-shot thinking about what Ginny was thinking when Harry broke up with her and what she did right after he stood up from his chair in Dumbledore's funeral. I suggest that you listen to David Cook's awesome song 'Come Back to Me' while you're reading. I hope you like it! Enjoy!

Disclaimer 1: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter... and gets paid for it all... TT_TT

Disclaimer 2: The song "Come Back to Me" is by David Cook... who is obviously not me. :P

ooOXOoo

She knew. Knew it for a long time now. It was a nagging feeling she felt. Like a premonition. So it didn't surprise her when he broke up with her. It was to keep her safe, he said. His nobility was to be expected.

She knew that trying to stop him was pointless. Knew that he would not rest until Voldemort was finished.

Yet, this knowledge would not be able to save her from a breaking heart. Though she knew all these, a part of her wished that her premonition was wrong. That he was not as noble as he is. That he would be selfish for once. That he would stay with her and let someone else do the 'job' he was convince he had to do himself. That their separation wasn't the inevitable thing it was.

She didn't want him to see the pain she felt when he said what he had to say. She kept a calm face. Pretended to be strong. She was good at that. She had learned to show strength and fierceness. Never again did she want to be seen as someone weak.

But even she can tell that her carefully placed facade was about to crumble. She wanted so much to grab his hand and refuse to let go. She wanted time to stop. She was selfish enough to wish for her own happiness and disregard the world's need of a savior.

Although she longed for all these to happen, she restrained herself from reaching out to him. She knew that it would only hurt both of them more if she told him how much she didn't want him to go. She could tell that he was also in pain. This fact reassured her of his love.

Her walls fell apart, however, when he finally stood up from his chair and walked away from her. She stared after his retreating figure. And for once, in a very long time, she allowed herself to be weak.

She prayed to God that he would somehow hear her voice and know that she would always be waiting for him. Tears went down her cheeks, for the second time that day, as she closed her eyes and whispered, "When you find you... come back to me..."

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