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I am REALLY sorry in the gigantic gap between stories. I started high school, and things are hectic. I know I kept promising stories. REALLY SORRY!

Broken Birds Don't Fly

There's a knock at my door. Two loud thuds. I get up from reading my latest book in front of a cozy fire.

It's him. Ecstasy and pain sweep through me. God, that smooth hair and face as cute as a teddy bear. I won't ever get tired of it.

Why did I ever let him go?

He smiles a sheepish smile, and apologizes for stopping by so late. It's nearly midnight. He's always so polite. He ruffles the hair on the back of his head, like he always does when he's embarrassed. He wants to sleep in the guest bedroom of my flat for the night; he had an argument with his family. How could I refuse?

I wish you would sleep in my bed. Hold me close and whisper in my ear. It's what I've always wanted.

I step aside to let him in, just as the wintry wind picks up, November is drawing to a close. He brushes against to me ever so lightly. That one touch steals my breath away.

Come closer please

He flops onto my couch and lets a huge breath. He smiles. One side of his mouth is higher than the other, and his pearly teeth glow in the firelight.

What a romantic scene… why do I always say the wrong thing?

Despite the fire, I make both of us some tea and bring out some grapes. He takes the cup gratefully. Another adorable smile. I want to see make him smile every day. We're sitting close to each other, but not close enough for me.

Slip your arm around me… I would be so much more comfortable…

We talk about random things, work, our friends, and the upcoming holidays. I need to get a move on with my Christmas shopping.

I know exactly what I want to give you, but will you still want it? Has too much time passed? Has there been too much pain?

He teases me about the sweater I'm wearing, an early gift from my grandmother. It's pink and has two birds on it, with a small crimson heart in-between them.

That should be us. But broken birds don't fly do they?

I playfully throw a grape at him. Grinning devilishly, and making my heart melt, he throws a grape right at me. The grape war is on; they're flying through the air. It hurts a little, but not as much as the other pain. After we've exhausted our ammunition we collapse next to each other laughing.

I could listen to your laugh all day, it's special and comes from you. The real you that I know.

He stands up, and brushes himself off. I haven't cleaned the carpet in while so it's dusty. I have terrible housekeeping skills.

But that's not why he loved you is it?

He speaks, but I don't hear him. All I hear is my heart screaming at me. Tell him already, it's the perfect time! Take the chance! But my brain says something different.

You dumped him, remember? Move on. So why is it so hard?

He repeats himself. My smile disappears. He wants to turn in for the night.

It's too early, you just got here. I haven't had this much fun in ages. Not since I set you free.

I agree. It is late, and we both have to go to work tomorrow.

We're going our separate ways aren't we? My heart breaks at the thought.

I hug him tightly. I don't ever want to let go.

Tell him! Tell him how you feel! Before you change your mind again!

He lets go. My arms feel empty.

"Hey… wait"

"What is it?"

"…Nothing. Goodnight Ron."

"Goodnight Hermione"

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