Chapter 2: I Set You Free
"Ginny, just stop! Listen to me for once!" Harry yelled, trying to make himself heard over the shattering of dishes and glasses. "No I'm tired of this Harry! I am so sick and tired of living like this!" she yelled as she threw another plate at him. He ducked just in time because the plate shattered against the wall where his head had been moments before. "Damn, Gin. That was too close," thought Harry to himself.
They were in the kitchen, which was where Harry found Ginny when he got home. For a long (too long…) while, they have been arguing now. They were always fighting about one ridiculous thing or another equally ridiculous thing. Even though they constantly are at each other's necks, they had counseling. They had tried to improve their relationships; they were once so happy, but what happened to them? Everyone was under the impression that they loved each other, that they would marry, that they would have many children, that they would grow old together… So how did it all go so so so wrong?
They decided to live together after the war, hoping it was just a phase caused by the war. They lived at Harry's flat, but… tonight it was the last straw for Ginny Weasley. "Enough is enough Harry!" She kept on yelling, "We tired and tired and tired! But we aren't getting anywhere!" She was crying by now, but she had not stopped throwing dishes at Harry. "That's what I want to talk to you about Gin!" he rushed towards her, grabbed her from behind, and held onto her arms, so she would not be able to continue throwing things like the knives and glass. Ginny was openly sobbing, at first she tried to escape from his hold, but after a while she gave in. "Gin…" Harry whispered," Please… try to calm down. You know what the doctor said about the heart problem. You have to try to calm down…"
After a few minutes, she stopped sobbing, but tears kept running down her face. "Harry… I can't keep doing this..." she whispered back. She sounded so… defeated. Even though Harry no longer loved her like a partner, he still cared for her. He decided that their situation has gotten too far, too out of hand. "This needs to end," Harry kept thinking.
"Gin," he continued to whisper, "I'm letting you go. We have to stop this before it literally kills us." He let go of her; she turned around and wrapped them around him. "For real this time?" she asked as she looked up to see his face. There was a look of relief… but also fear. "Yeah," he answered while nodding, "for real." She stayed there hugging him; she too cared for him, but she realized that this relationship was non-existent; it had no future.
"You can have your own place and do whatever you like. You can finally start the bakery you always used to talk about," Harry said to try to lighten the mood. "So…" Harry said as he took a look around the kitchen, "Chinese or Italian?"
"Ummmmmm… I'm kinda in the mood for deep dish pizza," Ginny said as she started to wave her wand to clean up the mess. "Pizza it is," Harry said as he looked around the kitchen for the Muggle phone. "...that is if I find the phone…"