A/N: Angst H/G one-shot. Harry is an idiot for breaking up with Ginny, and I hope he realises that. I don't exactly like this chapter, because to me, it seems disjointed, but oh well.
Ginny Weasley looked nothing like her former, bubbly, pretty self.
Her once wavy red hair was damp and straggly, reminding you of a mop. A vivid red mop, yes, but a mop nonetheless. Her brown eyes, which used to sparkle in way that reminded you of Dumbledore, had lost what life they once had. There were large circles under her eyes, which were puffy and red from the tears she had shed over the last week.
She looked pitiable, lacklustre, terrible and any other word that meant something like that.
To put it simply - she looked horrible.
No one who saw her now would ever think she was the Ginny they knew.
She didn't laugh anymore, and even when she smiled, it was still a half-smile which didn't quite reach her eyes.
And it scared her, how much love hurt, how she just wished she'd never loved anyone. It scared her that she could cry so much over something meant to be beautiful.
And it hurt.
It hurt so damn much she couldn't distinguish pain from anything else.
Because there was nothing else but pain.
We all make sacrifices, Ginny. It hurts, but then again, love hurts.
But she didn't want it to hurt. She just wanted to grow up, get married to Harry and have children.
She just wanted a normal, peaceful, happy life.
Normal, peaceful, happy lives exist only in fairytales, Ginny. Life isn't a fairytale.
But she wanted it to be a fairytale.
Pity that could never happen.
How could she have forgotten? How could she have not remembered that she was in love with Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, and they just couldn't, just couldn't, have an happy ending, because he was to busy fighting Voldemort? How could have been so blind, to think that everything would have turned out alright?
Because she knew that it wouldn't, that it couldn't.
Oh Merlin, Ginny, you're crying. Don't cry, Ginny. Don't.
And she wishes that love didn't hurt so much.
But it hurts so much that she can't stand it.
Love hurts, Ginny, and there's nothing you can do to change that.
Love hurts.