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Adele Black: The End

63 Hours

As sobs rocked my body and tears danced down my face like an alt-rock version of Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy, I felt arms wrap around me. I knew it was Ginny, because there was no way that Harry would do that, and also the fact that her voice kept telling me it would be okay was a dead give away.

"It's not going to be okay!" I cried out in anguish. I felt my nose begin to feel runny from crying. "It's never going to be okay!"

I found myself pulling away from her and I realized I had left a wet spot on her shirt— whether or not it was tears, snot, or a mix of both I wasn't sure. But I took my wand out and cleaned it up anyways.

"Ginny," I began once I calmed down enough to not sound like I was blubbering out nonsense, "how long was I gone?"

"About a little over a day, I think," Ginny replied softly. "I overheard your argument with George. And I tried to talk some sense into him—"

"I doesn't matter. He said I shouldn't expect him to wait for me. I didn't think he was serious... or that if he was he would go and sleep with some girl right after I leave," I said, wiping my nose across my arm.

"He's Icarus, he's flown to close the sun, Adele," Ginny said, rubbing my arm.

"Are you going to speak to him?" Harry asked me.

With tears freshly rolling down my face again, I nodded and said, "I want to see him burn."

Sorry this was so short! Also I'm thinking abouta just using chapter titles and not use hours, because tbh it's gonna get to be a lot of hours and I don't feel like calculating it all.

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