The flat was empty when he returned. Sighing, he lazily waved his wand at the kettle on the stove before reaching for a mug from the rack. In doing so, he glanced down and spotted almost inconsequentially, two mugs left haphazardly in the sink, their bottoms stained brown from their newly consumed contents. What interested him most however was the slightest imprint of his girlfriend's rouged lips on the china. So she had come back last night, or at least at some point this morning.
But more worryingly was the second mug and the mark of some smaller lips in a light pink colour. Which meant that one of her goddamn friends had been here too.
He let the mug fall as he made his way to their bedroom, dread rising in his chest. As much as he wanted to avoid this, his feet had a new found autonomy and hastened with every step until he was running through the apartment they had shared.. He wrenched open the wardrobe doors and was greeted by a void. Of course his clothing remained but its female partners had been stripped from their hangers. The space looked destitute now it was stripped from her rows of colourful dresses and shoes. In a state of disbelief, he pulled all the drawers from their runnings but they too just highlighted her absence. Even her toothbrush had been taken from the holder she had chosen with excitement just a few months before. He had stood idly by smiling at whatever she had handed him, unbothered by the options but content in the bliss she showed as she shopped.
Surprised by the hurt in his chest, he sank down until he was perched on the edge of the bathtub, his fingers still clasped around the toothbrush holder. Of all things, it was this inanimate object that made him wanted to cry more than he had in years.
Sure, they'd had their problems and if he was totally honest, there were moments when he had wanted nothing more than to walk away. But he hadn't. Scorpius had wanted to give them a chance. He had always been a romantic, holding out for his fairytale ending, even if he would never admit that. His father had always said it was his greatest dream for Scorpius – to find a woman who made him happy and gave him the security Draco himself had so craved before he met his wife. And maybe, just maybe that woman could have been Meg. It had certainly been his longest and most serious relationship.
To think that she hadn't even wanted to give them a chance….
That had been what had hurt the most. How easy it had been for her to leave everything. She packed her bags, had a cup of goddamn coffee with her friend and strolled out of the home they had shared.
Suddenly enraged, he threw the pot against the wall, gratified to see the shards of ceramic falling through the air and hitting the tiles she had chosen with a satisfying clunk.
And then he apparated.