Tidal Wave [george weasley post war]

33. A New Journey

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A U G U S T 2005

Although she knew that their story was far from over – Aurora had grown tired of the constant battling. The constant back and forth about who was right and who was wrong. Reasons as to why Aurora still did not want to move in with him. Reasons why she still hated magic.

"I don't understand, Rory. Two years ago, when you came back to me on Christmas, you used the floo network. You used it all by yourself and we've been spending so much time with Ginny and Harry and the rest of my family...I- I thought you were getting better! I thought we were getting away from all of this bloody nonsense."

George was standing beside the kitchen table of his flat, which was still nestled safely above the shop. His hands were turning white, tightening around the wooden frame of the back of the chair that was across from Aurora.

"Better? Better?" Aurora hissed. "How dare you, George Weasley! I did that for you! I've done so much for you. And for what? What could possibly be the reason that I am constantly putting you above all of my beliefs?" She pushed herself up into a standing position now. Though she soon realized this was the wrong move for her to make. Her knees were weak, and her hands were trembling. She had been under a lot of stress, and it was solely because of the relationship she had with George. If you could even still call it a relationship.

The walls around them were caving in on them. The ceiling of their relationship was crumbling in, and she knew she had to save herself. Because after almost three years, she was feeling more lost than she had in a very long time. Two and a half years of toxicity, that was masked when they were around others, was not doing either of them any good.

It was hard. But she loved him. She did. She really, really loved him. And there was never any moment that she had ever doubted that he loved her back – but he was still constantly belittling her choice of not moving in with him, of not returning to the wizarding world – it was too much.

She was at a loss for words. Her mouth was dry, and she felt sick. It was almost as though she were standing there talking to a brick wall – George was so thickheaded that he refused to let her win any of their arguments.

Things were beginning to turn into much worse than just an argument between two lovers – two friends.

Aurora sat back down at the first sign of her legs about to give out on her. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. It was much harder than she imagined. She silently began willing the tears away as she refused to shed one more tear over the man standing before her.

"It's over, George." Aurora spoke softly and slowly. She knew he would be angry. But she also knew that he would be upset, too. "This cannot keep happening. All we do is bicker. These past few months I've felt as though all I've done is cry. I don't feel like myself anymore."