"After the war, when you come to me with bright eyes, I will not pull away."
It was over.
Everything.
The pain, the suffering, the fear.
And he saved us all from our impending doom. I know I should feel happy, perhaps love struck by how he had saved us all, the hero, my hero.
But the problem is that I don't think he's really my hero anymore. I saw him on the floor in front of Voldemort, dead. Still. So… empty. And it was then that I figured that I do not love him. I would be upset, perhaps depressed if he died… but I no longer loved him.
I couldn't spend the rest of my life with him.
I couldn't pretend that I was infatuated with him.
I couldn't spend my life as a … doll. To be used, showcased and roughly put aside when not needed, when he got bored with me.
But they would all be upset. They would all be disappointed.
"My Ginny, the first girl in generations, is in love with Harry Potter! Yes, he even broke up with her to protect her!"
Protect her, pfft. Didn't he understand that everyone was in danger anyway? That it no longer mattered that they were dating?
No, I knew the real reason that he broke up with me. It was the whole doll thing again. I was in his way. I would be a distraction. I could no longer be with him.
And if at first I felt heart-broken, if I dreamt about him through the endless nights of war, I knew that he wasn't thinking of me. He only cared about himself and his precious quest.
But I still couldn't turn him down, when he came to me, to celebrate, to rejoice. You thought that it was a new beginning; I knew that it was the beginning of the end.
Haha ! The first in my 'I will not' series.
Hope you like it
ranDUMM .