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Summary: They say that the three little words are the hardest, but they weren't; one day they just slipped out. No, the hardest are the four words later. GW/HP.
Four Little Words
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They say that the three little words are the hardest, but they weren't; one day they just slipped out. No, the hardest are the four words later.
He loved Ginny, he did. But they wanted different things from life, and passion had faded long ago. She was fire, he was water; she burned and burst up with anger, he slowly simmered and swelled to a towering wave. Silent waves, tsunamis that you never saw coming until they were on top of you – because he never said anything until she blew up at him, hoping it would go away. Every argument she would tell him to get out of her house – his own house –, and he'd leave for Ron and Hermione's. He had a full bedroom there. They fought over everything, and not just Ron and Hermione's pre-relationship sexual tension fights. They had plenty of sex. The problem? Most of it was make-up sex. By the time he got back – sometimes a night, once even two weeks – they were back to ignoring the issue in question… and there were many.
It wasn't that he wanted kids and she wanted none. He wasn't fine with it, but he figured that she'd change her mind when they were older. He didn't begrudge her want of a career. No, the biggest problem was that in every fight she was the injured party; it was never her fault, no matter what she'd said. But tonight she'd brought his parents into it.
He didn't want to be 'one of those people'. He didn't want to be a statistic. But he realized that that was the only thing keeping them together; he didn't want to let go.
They say that the three little words are the hardest, but they weren't; one day they just slipped out. No, the hardest are the four words later.
"I want a divorce."
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