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She shivered, thinking absently that she should have brought something other than the flimsy sweater to keep her warm. Sweaters, it turned out, did nothing to block out the wind, nor the dread.
She walked briskly along the city street, passing the remains of a car fire, the shattered window glass, bathed in the soft orange glow of street lamps, glittering softly against the asphalt like some sort of horrible caricature of the sky above. Shattered glass, which was so beautiful, yet so utterly tragic. Shattered glass, so familiar to her now. Shattered glass, which was all anything was anymore.
The bridge was still a long ways away.
She paused as she approached to take in the sight of him. Leaning forward against the railing, he looked every bit cool and collected, his platinum locks slicked perfectly back as always, coat flapping lightly in the wind, cigarette dangling from between two long fingers. Only the ever so slight twitch in his wrist gave him away. Calm people did not normally perform a dance routine with their cigarettes.
Pushing a lock of curly brown hair back from her face, she took a step forward, and paused yet again. What the hell was she doing out here, anyways? What had possessed her to agree to meet him? She was done with this; she was done with him. That had been decided the moment he had said,
"There's someone else."
For that was the moment her heart, so delicate and fragile, and so terrifyingly vulnerable to him, had turned to shattered glass. With each passing breath, the shards had torn at her lungs, making it so very impossible to breathe. The shards had mingled with her blood, which roared so furiously in her ears, blocking out all sound after those fated words had been spoken.
Someone else. She had often wondered who that someone else might be. Was it someone she knew, someone from her Hogwarts days, perhaps? An old classmate, unwittingly causing her heart to be destroyed? Or maybe a complete stranger, mysterious and from a foreign land? Someone more intelligent, more beautiful, more...perfect?
Vaguely aware of a stinging in her eyes, she realized with a gasp what a terrible mistake this was. She had spent so long putting the pieces of her shattered heart back together, the shards slicing deep, with scars on her soul to prove it. Many nights of lying in bed, pasting the fragments to one another. Not quite the same, but close. And yet, after all that hard work, one look at him was all it took to cause her lovely reconstructed heart to shatter once again.
He whirled around, alerted by the sound of her sob, but too late. She had already begun to run, heart tearing into lungs yet again. She doubted that it could be pasted back together a second time. Too many tiny pieces were missing, dropped each time he managed to take a hammer to the glass. Each piece, though small, played a vital role, and she had lost so many to him.
As he watched her flee, he realized what his idiocy and fear had cost him. He had paid the price of losing his one true love. His bushy haired beauty, with her fiery spirit, and carefully shielded heart. The heart he had broken, twice, all because he had been scared. He whispered the words he had wanted so badly to say to her, but most likely never could.
"There was nobody else, Hermione."
Well, what do you think? Horrible? Ok? This is my very first fanfic EVER, so I'd really appreciate any feedback you're willing to give. Thanks in advance!