20.
8.5.11
Eggnog
RoseScorpius
delete, crumble, carried away
Rose did not really have much experience in this but (this is what she heard in her dorm when the girls got carried away, chattering late into every night) from what she knew, a good relationship was always worth it, no matter how it ended.
Worth 'it'. 'It' was vague, but she assumed that the principle would hold.
She hadn't counted on 'it' being sleepless nights and restless days. She hadn't counted on a numbness that left her cold and unfeeling to everything. She hadn't counted on constantly being on the brink of tears. She hadn't counted on shying away from everything associated with him, from the musky perfume that clung to his skin to the eggnog that he loved to spike on the holidays. She hadn't counted on being positively weighed down with regret, on hardly being able to get out of bed some days She never would've seen that wave of hopelessness coming, crashing into her every day. She never would've thought that she'd have to rebuild all the walls she had let crumble for him. She never in a thousand years thought that it could end with a simple, short, "I think we should just be friends."
What she had with Scorpius had been good (beautiful) but it was not worth this. She wished she could make herself forget, just delete him from her memory.
They had been perfect, but 'it' wasn't worth this.