I never stopped seeing her like the first time I laid eyes on her before the Battle of Hogwarts, but I knew she stopped looking at me that way. I know how she looks at him during Christmas. She makes him help her in the basement every time. How stupid did she think I was? What did she see in him anyway? What is it his platinum blonde hair, his gray eyes? What am I going to do now?
Her bags were at the front door. She was packing the entirety of last night, while I was at the bar with Ron. She was making the kids breakfast and while I passed her on my way to the coffee, I smelled her sweet perfume. I was probably never going to smell that scent again.
I waited in the bedroom when she said goodbye to the kids. She had to explain what was happening for the hundredth time. Holy cow my children are idiots do they not bother teaching at Hogwarts anymore?
As the door shut I ran my hand through my hair, feeling my scar on my wrist. I turned to my side and cried into her side of the bed.