I can't believe myself! I keep making mistakes! I am so sorry. As I put in
my profile-type-thing, for the last few chapters I have said Rome is in
Greece, not Italy. And in the last chapter I called Harry James! Good lord.
You see what summer has done to me?
Also, I appreciate your comments but I have told you I am an unbearably fluffy writer, e.g. the very first chapter starting out with such drama, like a soap. Also the sudden changes from happy to sad. So forgive me, but I can't help it. It's like a disease. Probably OCD. Anyway. Please R&R!
Harry sat in a coffee shop in Diagon Alley with Ron and Hermione. Hermione had suggested a trip to a fun place, knowing that Harry was depressed about Cho. She was going to try and avoid the subject, but that didn't work out at all the way she planned.
"What did she say, mate? Maybe she still wants to see you, just, I dunno, wants to give it a break for a while, yeah? I doubt she wants to split." Ron, the blabbermouth that he is, brought it up right away.
"She said that she still needed to talk about Cedric. That even though it was, like, three years ago she's still not over it. But we can't talk about it while we're together. So now, she's run off to Italy and I can't talk to her unless I send her letters," Harry replied blankly, still feeling as though she had ripped his heart out of his chest, thrown it on the floor, and stomped on it.
"Oh, Harry," Hermione said sympathetically. "I'm sorry. I know you really want to see her."
"Is it that obvious?" he asked, looking up from his shoes.
"Well..." Hermione hesitated.
"Yes," Ron said right away.
"Fabulous," Harry said, his face clouding over once more. Rolling his eyes at himself, he got up and stretched. "Let's get moving. I'm tired of myself. I need something to do, besides think about her."
"How about Fortescue's then, yeah? We can get a sundae if you like. I'll even pay. Mum and Dad are still ecstatic about how many A's I got on my N.E.W.T.'s."
Harry tried his very best to smile. "Sounds good."
Cho walked inside of her room and shut her door quietly. How does EVERYTHING I do, to try and make myself happy, always end up wrong?
She had had a good time walking the streets of Italy with Macaria, Madge, Magan, Jason, Lucas, Galena and Vernados. But, as all groups of close friends do, they had their inside jokes, they knew how to make the others laugh, or how to annoy them. But Cho felt out of place without an Italian accent and without close friends. They obviously didn't try to exclude her, but she still felt out of place.
Why did she ever run away from him? She needed him now, more than ever.
Why am I such an idiot? This didn't solve my problems at all.
Perhaps she could write him a letter. Tomorrow might be better. She promised to call Macaria, Galena, and Madge so they could hang out on the beach. Tomorrow will be better, she vowed to herself.
She still needed to write that letter. So badly. She knew what she had to do. She was hanging on to nothing. She needed SPACE.
Dear Harry,
This is going to sound awful after all I've put you through...but I am in so much pain. I don't want to do this, at all. But it's hanging over my head like a thunder cloud, ready to burst.
Tears started pouring down her face.
I know you don't want to hear this...or maybe you do. Maybe I've been so horrible that you never want to see me again. I know I want to see you. But I need space so badly...I'm not sure what to do anymore.
The ink was running.
I'm not even sure what to think anymore. I have a few friends here, but I feel so out of place without another British person...I need to let go of it all and just fly free for a while. My heart is breaking with every word I write, I hope you know...I also know that you're in more pain than you ever deserve to feel.
He would be able to tell she was crying, without the tear drops that blurred every other word.
I know you remember the saying, "If you love something, let it go...
If it comes back, it's yours; that's how you know." I wonder if you're reading into what I'm saying already. I know you feel the same way, don't try to deny it and DON'T make that face at me...
She smiled through her tears, and grabbed a tissue out of the box beside her bed.
Harry. I think we need more than just actual space between us. I think we need to be free to flirt and run wild. I think we need to be apart. And not just apart physically. Emotionally.
All smiles that had lingered before flew away.
I need to leave you. For now. I know I'll come back – I couldn't live too long without you. But Harry –
The tears were coming faster.
I think we should just be friends.
-Cho
She lay back on the many pillows on her bed. She closed her eyes, and let the tears fall, fall until they were all gone, so she could start mending her broken heart.
Also, I appreciate your comments but I have told you I am an unbearably fluffy writer, e.g. the very first chapter starting out with such drama, like a soap. Also the sudden changes from happy to sad. So forgive me, but I can't help it. It's like a disease. Probably OCD. Anyway. Please R&R!
Harry sat in a coffee shop in Diagon Alley with Ron and Hermione. Hermione had suggested a trip to a fun place, knowing that Harry was depressed about Cho. She was going to try and avoid the subject, but that didn't work out at all the way she planned.
"What did she say, mate? Maybe she still wants to see you, just, I dunno, wants to give it a break for a while, yeah? I doubt she wants to split." Ron, the blabbermouth that he is, brought it up right away.
"She said that she still needed to talk about Cedric. That even though it was, like, three years ago she's still not over it. But we can't talk about it while we're together. So now, she's run off to Italy and I can't talk to her unless I send her letters," Harry replied blankly, still feeling as though she had ripped his heart out of his chest, thrown it on the floor, and stomped on it.
"Oh, Harry," Hermione said sympathetically. "I'm sorry. I know you really want to see her."
"Is it that obvious?" he asked, looking up from his shoes.
"Well..." Hermione hesitated.
"Yes," Ron said right away.
"Fabulous," Harry said, his face clouding over once more. Rolling his eyes at himself, he got up and stretched. "Let's get moving. I'm tired of myself. I need something to do, besides think about her."
"How about Fortescue's then, yeah? We can get a sundae if you like. I'll even pay. Mum and Dad are still ecstatic about how many A's I got on my N.E.W.T.'s."
Harry tried his very best to smile. "Sounds good."
Cho walked inside of her room and shut her door quietly. How does EVERYTHING I do, to try and make myself happy, always end up wrong?
She had had a good time walking the streets of Italy with Macaria, Madge, Magan, Jason, Lucas, Galena and Vernados. But, as all groups of close friends do, they had their inside jokes, they knew how to make the others laugh, or how to annoy them. But Cho felt out of place without an Italian accent and without close friends. They obviously didn't try to exclude her, but she still felt out of place.
Why did she ever run away from him? She needed him now, more than ever.
Why am I such an idiot? This didn't solve my problems at all.
Perhaps she could write him a letter. Tomorrow might be better. She promised to call Macaria, Galena, and Madge so they could hang out on the beach. Tomorrow will be better, she vowed to herself.
She still needed to write that letter. So badly. She knew what she had to do. She was hanging on to nothing. She needed SPACE.
Dear Harry,
This is going to sound awful after all I've put you through...but I am in so much pain. I don't want to do this, at all. But it's hanging over my head like a thunder cloud, ready to burst.
Tears started pouring down her face.
I know you don't want to hear this...or maybe you do. Maybe I've been so horrible that you never want to see me again. I know I want to see you. But I need space so badly...I'm not sure what to do anymore.
The ink was running.
I'm not even sure what to think anymore. I have a few friends here, but I feel so out of place without another British person...I need to let go of it all and just fly free for a while. My heart is breaking with every word I write, I hope you know...I also know that you're in more pain than you ever deserve to feel.
He would be able to tell she was crying, without the tear drops that blurred every other word.
I know you remember the saying, "If you love something, let it go...
If it comes back, it's yours; that's how you know." I wonder if you're reading into what I'm saying already. I know you feel the same way, don't try to deny it and DON'T make that face at me...
She smiled through her tears, and grabbed a tissue out of the box beside her bed.
Harry. I think we need more than just actual space between us. I think we need to be free to flirt and run wild. I think we need to be apart. And not just apart physically. Emotionally.
All smiles that had lingered before flew away.
I need to leave you. For now. I know I'll come back – I couldn't live too long without you. But Harry –
The tears were coming faster.
I think we should just be friends.
-Cho
She lay back on the many pillows on her bed. She closed her eyes, and let the tears fall, fall until they were all gone, so she could start mending her broken heart.