Danny is lonely cos Mary's in India now
She said she'd call but that was three weeks ago
Harry Potter was lying down on his bed, his verdant eyes penetrating the white ceiling. He had been at the position for nearly two hours. The memories replayed over and over in his head, depressing him more. Maybe she never loved me…he thought. If she really loved him, why would she leave? He knew the new job was important to her, but he never thought she'd choose it over him.
He slipped his right hand over his chest to feel a heartbeat; it was there. He felt that his heart had disappeared, so now and then, he'd place his hand across hi chest—just to see if it was still beating.
Just two hours ago, he said goodbye the one thing he loved most in his life—Cho Chang. Tears flowed freely off the ends of his eyes onto the pillow as his thoughts carried him back to two hours ago…
Harry looked solemn as he watched the black car carrying his love away. He went back into the building and started to climb the steps to his flat when something hit him. He couldn't let Cho leave; he had to go after her; he had to fight more. It seemed stupid, but he needed to try to talk her out of going one last time. He tore out of the building and waved frantically for a taxi. Finally a taxi stopped. Harry jumped in a yelled, "Quickly! Kings Cross!" The driver hit the gas pedal and the sped off to Kings Cross. Once they arrived there, Harry dumped a few bills of money on the driver and said a quick thank you then ran into the building, not sure of where he was going. He spotted Cho, her glossy, raven hair stood out immensely in the crowd. "Cho! Cho!" He called out, running towards her. She stopped and smiled at Harry. "Cho! You can't go! I love you." He pleaded, running his fingers through her silky hair.
"Harry, you shouldn't have followed me." Cho said, her bright brown eyes full of sorrow.
"Please stay, I can't live without you."
"Harry, I thought you understood. I have to go…" She said, cupping his cheek with her hand. He kissed him briefly on the lips then turned to go.
"No! Cho, no, you can't go!" Harry begged, holding on to one of her arms.
"Harry, let go. I'll miss my train. I love you." She said gently pulling her arm free of his grasp then headed to her train, not looking back. Tears flowed effortlessly from Harry's eye. He sniffed then brushed the tears roughly away then turned to go.
Harry cringed at the memory then turned on his side and drifted off to sleep, hoping he wouldn't wake up.
For the next three weeks, Harry anticipated her phone call. She said she would call, but she didn't. He made up excuses for why she didn't call. She's probably busy, he'd say to himself over and over.
His flat was a mess. There were plates in the sink from three weeks ago, and clothing collected dust on his bedroom floor.
She left all her things well, her books and her letters from him
And as the sun rises, on Mary, it sets on him
More coming soon. It's quite a ficlet. it's not very long. Check out my other fics, though. :)