A/N: so I've possibly broken my wrist and finding it hard to type with one hand but this has been nagging at me to write so here it goes.
She has thought that life was turning out to be going in the right direction for the first time in her short life. How wrong she was, to even contemplate gaining the happiness that everyone else felt. This had been her first mistake. The second came in giving her heart away to the woman she had secretly harboured an ever growing need for. The third was to abandon those she could have relied on to pick her off the floor and help her to bed. Lying on the floor next to the bed that once was a sanctuary now her idea of hell she couldn't help but think of them as mistakes.
The 27 year old Hermione Granger was on the edge, the edge of reason, the edge of her life. Did she really have anything left to live for? Her life was in ruins and it all stemmed from the one thing in human nature one can not control, the absurd tendency to fall in love.
If you were to look at the young woman's current predicament you would find yourself believing the finger that, a week ago, was placed on the self-destruct button was slowly retreating. You would be mistaken. Looking at her young love from her place among the stars it was fairly obvious that, although the tears no longer fell the she was in more pain now than at anytime in the last 4 months, and she had been the cause of it all.
A/N: I know it's short, and I know it's depressing, but that's the mood I'm in at the moment. There is more coming explaining everything. I promise.
