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"We need to talk," he mumbled, and looked anywhere but her eyes, I've got to do this,

"Look, this is a mistake! We can work things out, I know we can," she protested, as she reached for his hands, he looked at her and saw the tears that welled up in her eyes,

"Don't" he said and stood back, away from her hands, that made twigs snap and made them both jump. Both their nerves were riled up.

They had gone to a clearing in the forest, their clearing. It was the place where he first told her he loved her and where the memory of their first kiss remains.

It was where they had started; it was now where they were going to end.

"I love you," she offered, for two years you've been my best friend, my boyfriend, my comfort, my strength.

"Don't," he repeated, his voice filled with pain, "you're just making it worse," he wiped her eyes with his thumbs and took one last glance at her. How can anything be worse, my whole world is crumbling in front of me. I love you too, he wanted to bid in return, but knew it could only make the pain deepen, he closed his eyes.

"Do you feel like this isn't happening? Like we could wake up and it'll just be one lonely nightmare; that we could suddenly wake up and find ourselves in each others arms again?" he wondered aloud, and laughed piteously to himself, "this is us we're talking about!" he said pushing back his wild, raven hair.

"Are you laughing at me?" she asked as she stared at him laugh, why was he laughing at a time like this? The look in his eyes told her no. It was an attempt to prevent his tears. "Don't you love me anymore?" she asked desperately, the pained look she saw in his eyes was enough to make her dissolve. With his silence her heart felt like it turned to ice, gently cracking.

Of course I love you.

"No," he declared, with that blow, her heart shattered; leaving only a crevice to remind her of what once was there, he closed his eyes,

"Well, I don't want you either," she replied. An invisible axe plunged into his chest, fabricated by her equally harsh words.

The Boy Who Lived was scarred now more than ever, while the bushy-haired bookworm never felt more alone. They stared into the night sky; both knew they had just lied to the other. Broken, they walked back to the castle in separate ways. What happened; what went wrong, kept replaying in their heads.

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Now, that's really sad. (sob) But I promise that later chapters will be lighter. I had to get it out of the way. Now. You. Must. Review. Please?