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Author's Notes: Thank you, thank you, thank you to all my wonderful reviewers. It means so, so much to me when you take the time and patience to review. You guys are so kind and truly awesome! Especially to my regular ones, you people have done nothing but supported me throughout this whole story.
Gwendolyn James: You seriously rock. Some of my nicest reviews have come from you, and it makes me feel really great that you aren't a Harry/Cho shipper, and yet you support this story like crazy.
Karri- Granger: One of my regulars for all my fics! I feel like I practically know you, and your reviews are always so sweet! Thank you so much for making my week.
Audrey Lebeke: See, I finally reached a compromise about when she should break up with him! You are so important to this fic, I cannot even begin to tell you how much you've helped me. Thanks for being you!
Logical Raven: Don't worry, since I'm a HUGE Cho/Harry shipper, our poor little depressed girl will get what she wants in the end. I greatly appreciate your lovely reviews.
Michael Taravera: Thank you so much for putting me in that category with those other ABSOLUTELY AWESOME Harry/Cho authors...I've read all of their fics, and it's an honor to be said in the same sentence as them!
Sandra: Thanks so much for the review...hope you like this chapter!
Okay, everybody, this isn't the last segment; the next one will be the last segment. Hope you like reading this one! Tell me what you think by reviewing....
The guilt eats at me. It consumes me, burns me. I can't get rid of it, no matter what I do or say.
It's been nearly two weeks since that day in Hogsmeade. I know I can't lead him on anymore, I know it, and every night I tell myself that tomorrow, tomorrow, I'll tell Michael.
But then tomorrow comes, and I feel guilty for hurting him; I don't want to hurt him, so I stay with him, but I hurt myself.
It's pointless anyway; what would I achieve by breaking it off with Michael anyway? Cause someone another broken heart? You're with her, and I know that you'll never leave her, because you two are meant to be, you really are. As much as it destroys me, I know now that you two are truly meant to be.
And it hurts. It hurts so much that I can't even begin to describe it. It goes deeper than any insult, deeper than any rejection, even deeper than the death of Cedric, because you see; I had my chance. I had my chance to be loved by you. And the idiot that I was, I tossed it aside.
I made my choice, and now I'm regretting it.
So I stay with him. I pretend to be the perfect girlfriend; attentive and caring, but inside, I know that I'm only rubbing salt into that open wound, making more of a mess. And I can't do anything about it.
I'm drowning again. I'm drowning in pain, in misery, and in guilt.
Will this torture never end?
We're sitting by the lake, him and I. He's saying something; I'm not paying attention. I can see you strolling by the Qudditch Pitch. It's a beautiful day.
"And when we get married..." He says. I jerk back to the conversation.
Alarm signals are going off in my head. "Marr-mmm-married?" I stutter stupidly.
"Well, we have been going out for almost a year...and I mean, of course we'll wait a couple of years..."
"Michael, I can't marry you!"
He looks puzzled. "Why not?"
"Because- because, I don't LOVE you!" I gasp, and covered my mouth, my stupid, big fat, put-your-foot-in-it mouth. Stupid, useless mouth. Michael goes pale.
"I didn't mean for it to come out like that." I whisper.
"Then what did you mean?" He asks, slowly.
"I-I...I..." I can't seem to think of anything, so I try a different tact. " Michael, you're a great guy..."
"But you're breaking up with me, aren't you?"
"No! I mean...I don't know, but Michael, I just don't- I can't- I don't think that we can be anything more than friends. I mean, I just can't see you that way. I'm so sorry, Michael. I really tried to make it click, but it just didn't."
"So what were you doing this whole year? Stringing me along?" His tone is suddenly harsh, and angry.
"No, Michael, I never meant to lead you on, I honestly didn't. I was confused, and I didn't know who I liked or whatever. I'm sorry about that, about everything."
Michael gets up. "Right. Well then...I'm sorry too. That this didn't work out."
"You have no idea." I whisper, because he has no idea. He really doesn't. If Michael and I had worked out, I wouldn't be thinking about you right now.
"Friends?" He holds out his hand, awkwardly.
I nod, shaking his hand. "Friends. And thank you, Michael, for being such a...such a gentleman about this."
He smiles sadly. "Anytime...and hey, if Potter breaks your heart, I'll always be your shoulder to cry on."
My heart seems to stop. "What are you talking about?" Does he know? Does Michael know that I still like Harry?
Michael looks at me quizzically. "Don't you know?"
"Know what?" I'm starting to panic now.
He looks at me closely for moment, and then shakes his head. "If you don't know, then I'm not the one to tell you." Michael turns to leave. I grab his arm.
"Michael, please. I need to know this."
Michael hesitates, but nods. "Well, Harry broke up with Ginny a few days ago, didn't you hear?"
There's an odd roaring sound in my ears, and I feel like I'm spinning around and around in circles. "No, I didn't. But, what does this have to do with me?"
"Everybody thought that he did it because of you."
"Me? What did I do?"
"Well, he's been staring at you all year, haven't you noticed?"
"No." I whisper, "No, I haven't."
Author's notes: Well, what did you think? No, this isn't finished yet. The last segment is soon to come! Review, review...and oh, review! Love you all very much!
Author's Notes: Thank you, thank you, thank you to all my wonderful reviewers. It means so, so much to me when you take the time and patience to review. You guys are so kind and truly awesome! Especially to my regular ones, you people have done nothing but supported me throughout this whole story.
Gwendolyn James: You seriously rock. Some of my nicest reviews have come from you, and it makes me feel really great that you aren't a Harry/Cho shipper, and yet you support this story like crazy.
Karri- Granger: One of my regulars for all my fics! I feel like I practically know you, and your reviews are always so sweet! Thank you so much for making my week.
Audrey Lebeke: See, I finally reached a compromise about when she should break up with him! You are so important to this fic, I cannot even begin to tell you how much you've helped me. Thanks for being you!
Logical Raven: Don't worry, since I'm a HUGE Cho/Harry shipper, our poor little depressed girl will get what she wants in the end. I greatly appreciate your lovely reviews.
Michael Taravera: Thank you so much for putting me in that category with those other ABSOLUTELY AWESOME Harry/Cho authors...I've read all of their fics, and it's an honor to be said in the same sentence as them!
Sandra: Thanks so much for the review...hope you like this chapter!
Okay, everybody, this isn't the last segment; the next one will be the last segment. Hope you like reading this one! Tell me what you think by reviewing....
The guilt eats at me. It consumes me, burns me. I can't get rid of it, no matter what I do or say.
It's been nearly two weeks since that day in Hogsmeade. I know I can't lead him on anymore, I know it, and every night I tell myself that tomorrow, tomorrow, I'll tell Michael.
But then tomorrow comes, and I feel guilty for hurting him; I don't want to hurt him, so I stay with him, but I hurt myself.
It's pointless anyway; what would I achieve by breaking it off with Michael anyway? Cause someone another broken heart? You're with her, and I know that you'll never leave her, because you two are meant to be, you really are. As much as it destroys me, I know now that you two are truly meant to be.
And it hurts. It hurts so much that I can't even begin to describe it. It goes deeper than any insult, deeper than any rejection, even deeper than the death of Cedric, because you see; I had my chance. I had my chance to be loved by you. And the idiot that I was, I tossed it aside.
I made my choice, and now I'm regretting it.
So I stay with him. I pretend to be the perfect girlfriend; attentive and caring, but inside, I know that I'm only rubbing salt into that open wound, making more of a mess. And I can't do anything about it.
I'm drowning again. I'm drowning in pain, in misery, and in guilt.
Will this torture never end?
We're sitting by the lake, him and I. He's saying something; I'm not paying attention. I can see you strolling by the Qudditch Pitch. It's a beautiful day.
"And when we get married..." He says. I jerk back to the conversation.
Alarm signals are going off in my head. "Marr-mmm-married?" I stutter stupidly.
"Well, we have been going out for almost a year...and I mean, of course we'll wait a couple of years..."
"Michael, I can't marry you!"
He looks puzzled. "Why not?"
"Because- because, I don't LOVE you!" I gasp, and covered my mouth, my stupid, big fat, put-your-foot-in-it mouth. Stupid, useless mouth. Michael goes pale.
"I didn't mean for it to come out like that." I whisper.
"Then what did you mean?" He asks, slowly.
"I-I...I..." I can't seem to think of anything, so I try a different tact. " Michael, you're a great guy..."
"But you're breaking up with me, aren't you?"
"No! I mean...I don't know, but Michael, I just don't- I can't- I don't think that we can be anything more than friends. I mean, I just can't see you that way. I'm so sorry, Michael. I really tried to make it click, but it just didn't."
"So what were you doing this whole year? Stringing me along?" His tone is suddenly harsh, and angry.
"No, Michael, I never meant to lead you on, I honestly didn't. I was confused, and I didn't know who I liked or whatever. I'm sorry about that, about everything."
Michael gets up. "Right. Well then...I'm sorry too. That this didn't work out."
"You have no idea." I whisper, because he has no idea. He really doesn't. If Michael and I had worked out, I wouldn't be thinking about you right now.
"Friends?" He holds out his hand, awkwardly.
I nod, shaking his hand. "Friends. And thank you, Michael, for being such a...such a gentleman about this."
He smiles sadly. "Anytime...and hey, if Potter breaks your heart, I'll always be your shoulder to cry on."
My heart seems to stop. "What are you talking about?" Does he know? Does Michael know that I still like Harry?
Michael looks at me quizzically. "Don't you know?"
"Know what?" I'm starting to panic now.
He looks at me closely for moment, and then shakes his head. "If you don't know, then I'm not the one to tell you." Michael turns to leave. I grab his arm.
"Michael, please. I need to know this."
Michael hesitates, but nods. "Well, Harry broke up with Ginny a few days ago, didn't you hear?"
There's an odd roaring sound in my ears, and I feel like I'm spinning around and around in circles. "No, I didn't. But, what does this have to do with me?"
"Everybody thought that he did it because of you."
"Me? What did I do?"
"Well, he's been staring at you all year, haven't you noticed?"
"No." I whisper, "No, I haven't."
Author's notes: Well, what did you think? No, this isn't finished yet. The last segment is soon to come! Review, review...and oh, review! Love you all very much!