Summary: That was before I saw her. Them. Together. My slow recovery shattered. I believe the term 'a steak knife to butter' can suffice.
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"I think we should just be friends.", he blurted. I blinked. Once. Twice.
Forcing a smile, I replied, "Alright."
He opened his mouth to say more but I turned around and walked away, making sure to keep my body composed as I walked towards the elevator that took me away from his apartment. The metal doors slid open and I stepped inside, hurriedly pushing the Door Close button. Finally, finally, I heard the familiar clang as the door shut. I leaned my head against the cold metal and let the tears fall. They were hot, quick to escape my eyes.
Friends. As if.
I knew as soon as those words left his mouth that we would never talk again. Sure, we'll probably bump into each other somewhere. I could already imagine it. Awkward silences. Hesitant greetings. It was just awful. And it hadn't even happened yet. It would never work out, that I was sure of.
Everyone had encouraged our relationship, cheerful friends telling us we were meant to be. What a load of crap. Get real. Meant to be doesn't exist. I missed him already, and he was just a few floors above me. As the elevator continued to reach the lower levels, that was exactly how it felt. My heart was dropping, dropping... My whole body felt numb, the bitterness swept through me. How could I have let this happen? What could have been, should have been, would have been... Everything he ever told me was a lie. A huge lie. And I believed every single word that came out of his mouth. I never realized I fell so hard for him and now it was too late to back out.
I was a slave to my own heart. I was drowning in hate, denial, and overwhelming depression. I cleared my room of anything that reminded me of him, anything emerald green or jet black. I couldn't face Ron or Hermione. Heck, I couldn't even look out my window to the Quidditch poals that the twins set up. I dreaded going back to the Burrow, when he visited over the summer... I didn't think I could handle it. Harry was gone... no longer mine. Why?
Did he have to break my heart? He was my destiny, our love was meant to be, we were a perfect match, we were made for each other. What happened that had to break our perfect relationship? Even Voldemort couldn't come between us. What caused his change of heart? I was dying, did he not see that!?
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That was before I saw her. Them. Together. Harry James Potter, holding hands with Cho Chang. My slow recovery shattered. I believe the term 'a steak knife to butter' can suffice. He tore through me, and he didn't even realize it. He even had the nerve to wave at me. It took all my strength not to go over to slap him and Hex her. I wanted to run, to scream, to crumble down and cry, to laugh hysterically, to throw up, to faint, to swear, to start Jinxing everything in sight. Instead, I forced a smile and waved back, before turning around and balling my hands in fists.
Cho Chang.
Of all people, she was the reason Harry wasn't mine. I almost could've laughed at the irony of it. Voldemort had no effect between us, but her? My thoughts were out of control, my mind unsure of whether to laugh or cry. I just wanted to give up, but I couldn't. I lied to myself. I distracted myself. But yet every night when I climbed into bed, I would think of him. Would there be no happy ending for me?
A/N: Haha, I can't get enough of Ginny for the moment. I love writing in her point of view. Remember to review!