A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight and never will.

"You…don't…want me?"

"No."

I didn't beg. I didn't run after him, or collapse to the ground. I didn't scream and yell in heartbreak. I just stood there, silent, numb. It wasn't supposed to end this way, but it was always going to. Maybe "happily ever after" didn't exist after all.

As the sky began to darken, I turned and walked slowly back to the house. After reassuring a frantic Charlie that I was fine, I headed up to my room. I didn't even make it up the stairs before the tears began to fall. Blind, I collapsed onto the bed.

I hoped that I was fainting, but, to my disappointment, I didn't lose consciousness. The waves of pain reared up high and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface.

October

November

December

January

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.

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