II. Bite the bullet
They had begged Ginny to stay away from him. "Can't you see he's no good for you?" they had claimed.
How she wished she had listened.
But she couldn't get enough of Draco. This flame wouldn't be contained.
It will get better one day, she had assured herself.
It did not. Weeks became months. Months turned into years. As time passed, she sank deeper and deeper into this great shipwreck they called love. Drowning in his dark waves, enduring the lingering sadness, the constant disappointment, the silent pain.
She had no one to blame but her deluded self.
How could love hurt so much?