YES PEOPLE! DON'T FRET! IT WILL TURN OUT HAPPY! Lol, thanks for the reviews
guys keep writin em it makes me wanna right more! Okay, so here's chapter
2! PLEASE R&R! Give me pointers! Criticize! I don't care! Just DO IT!!! By
the way its really very sad, but I like it that way, for now. They get
happier, but theres a lot of drama, so prepare youselves! Again! Please
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Cho held back an unvoiced sob. Tears silently streamed down her face as she finished her letter to Harry.
... and I am so sorry, Harry. Although it hurts to be writing this, I know it's for the best. And although I love you more than you could ever possibly imagine, I know that for a while I need to not be tortured by being near you. And that is why I think we should correspond by letters, and I am going to Rome, Italy for 2 weeks to think. If it is an absolute emergency, I am staying at a wizarding inn, and you can pop in if needed, through the fire, or apparation. Remember that I still love you.
- Cho
It seemed that she would never be able to stop crying. Her heart was still breaking...it wouldn't break completely so she could start mending it. Tears stained the cream envelope as she addressed it and sent it away with her owl, Harper. As soon as the tawny owl had disappeared into the clouds, she threw herself down at her dining room table, rested her head on the table, and burst into tears...again.
Harry sat, completely unmoving, in front of his muggle television, watching some completely cockamamie show...this was completely ridiculous. He didn't care whatever the hell ring-tailed lemurs ate before they had sex. Please. All he wanted to do was talk to Cho. He wanted to see her...but he knew that his heart would break again if he saw her.
He was startled out of his television trance by a tawny owl, tapping at his window. He instantaneously recognized it as Cho's owl. For a moment he was frozen, wondering why she had sent a letter rather than come see him herself.
Soon he shook himself out of that as well, read the letter, and slowly sat down. So she wanted to keep him at arm's length, then? Or maybe a few thousand miles. God, he loved her. It felt as though his heart was metal – only less durable – and she was a magnet, constantly pulling his heart, nearly ripping it out of his entire body. He drowned in emotion when he thought of her. Her face hid behind his eyelids to haunt him always, with her beautiful, almond eyes and her long, dark curtain of hair.
This was too much. He had to stop. He had to. He tipped his head back, closed his eyes, and for the first real time in years, Harry wept.
Cho held back an unvoiced sob. Tears silently streamed down her face as she finished her letter to Harry.
... and I am so sorry, Harry. Although it hurts to be writing this, I know it's for the best. And although I love you more than you could ever possibly imagine, I know that for a while I need to not be tortured by being near you. And that is why I think we should correspond by letters, and I am going to Rome, Italy for 2 weeks to think. If it is an absolute emergency, I am staying at a wizarding inn, and you can pop in if needed, through the fire, or apparation. Remember that I still love you.
- Cho
It seemed that she would never be able to stop crying. Her heart was still breaking...it wouldn't break completely so she could start mending it. Tears stained the cream envelope as she addressed it and sent it away with her owl, Harper. As soon as the tawny owl had disappeared into the clouds, she threw herself down at her dining room table, rested her head on the table, and burst into tears...again.
Harry sat, completely unmoving, in front of his muggle television, watching some completely cockamamie show...this was completely ridiculous. He didn't care whatever the hell ring-tailed lemurs ate before they had sex. Please. All he wanted to do was talk to Cho. He wanted to see her...but he knew that his heart would break again if he saw her.
He was startled out of his television trance by a tawny owl, tapping at his window. He instantaneously recognized it as Cho's owl. For a moment he was frozen, wondering why she had sent a letter rather than come see him herself.
Soon he shook himself out of that as well, read the letter, and slowly sat down. So she wanted to keep him at arm's length, then? Or maybe a few thousand miles. God, he loved her. It felt as though his heart was metal – only less durable – and she was a magnet, constantly pulling his heart, nearly ripping it out of his entire body. He drowned in emotion when he thought of her. Her face hid behind his eyelids to haunt him always, with her beautiful, almond eyes and her long, dark curtain of hair.
This was too much. He had to stop. He had to. He tipped his head back, closed his eyes, and for the first real time in years, Harry wept.