Remember Me [ Fred Weasley ]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 / 𝑩𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐

{ Song: Hero by Family of the Year }

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"So... we're breaking up" I say quietly.

"Yes" he answers.

"But you love me"

"Yes"

The truth slowly begins to sink in and even though this doesn't come as a complete surprise, a part of me had hoped that there would be a way to fix everything; that I would find a way to make a right out of a wrong that I never wanted to make.

"Is there anything I can do to fix this? What do you need?" I say quietly in hopes that his answer will give me a cheat sheet on how to make this whole mess go away.

He looks down on the ground and lingers on the silence between us as he unsuccessfully seems to try to think of an answer that might make a difference and help the both of us get away from the dead end of a road that we were never meant to walk. This time there are no cutting corners, there is no easy solution and no stones are left unturned when he looks up with only one word to answer the question.

"Time" he says, "I don't know how long, but not- not forever"

"No one knows how long forever really is" I mumble and look down.

"With you it didn't feel like it could ever be long enough" he says quietly, "So I imagine that without you, it would never end"

It's as if the words make the pieces of my already broken heart shatter into fragments of pain that won't stop no matter how hard I try to keep myself together. Forever. That word had been the one thing I wanted more than anything only a few weeks ago, but all it means now is a never ending ache that can't be relieved. The three little words that I have been dying to say are not enough, even though we both want them to be.

"So this is it" I say and look up at him, blinking a few times to clear my eyes from the tide of tears.

"Yeah" he whispers and presses his lips together as he tries to hold back his emotions as well, "I guess I'll see you around"

The thing is that I don't want to see him around. I don't want to hear him say anything but I'll see you soon just like he always does, because we used to know that we always would. Now there is no knowing when the next time that we can look at each other without hurting is going to come. That is, if there is a next time.

"Don't be a stranger" I say quietly.

The repeated conversation from the morning when something between us had first come to life has now been reversed and twisted into something that withers rather than grows. All the petals have fallen, and the fairytale didn't get the happy ending it deserved. Neither did we.

He smiles vacantly as his sad and teary eyes meet mine before he turns away from me to leave the tower that has never before felt this cold or as empty. The frustration grows inside me as I realise that I still haven't managed to say what I wanted to, but I can't find a way to put it into words.

"Fred?" I blurt out and he quickly turns back to me, "I'm- I'm sorry"

"So am I" he mumbles quietly.

As I watch him walk away, I try my hardest to fight the instinct to follow him and I keep trying my hardest to make all of this go away. The ache. But it's not as much an ache as a gut wrenching and deafening pain. I owe him everything right now, and if time is what he needs then that is the least I have to offer. If I could break my heart in two and leave a part of me with him then I would, but I don't know how.