𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 | g. w

12. done for

"Let's face it—you're absolutely whipped."

"Way to state the obvious, Fred."

I'm sat with the boys—with the exception of George, who's off doing God knows what with Angelina—in the Great Hall, and they're both trying to coax me into confessing my feelings for George. Considering the amount of snide remarks and groans I've sent their way, I'd say they're doing a pretty lousy job at that.

"Come on guys, I've told you—there's no way George is interested in me like that. Besides, he's with Angelina now, and they seem happy enough. I wouldn't want to ruin that."

It's now been a few months—a few excruciating months—since George and I's almost-kiss, and I guess you could say that things are not looking up for Mia Rune. In fact, it's looking rather gloomy for me as of late.

George and Angelina started dating about a month or so ago, and to say that I've been experiencing all eight stages of grief in that time, would be a serious understatement.

I've been crying my eyes out and this drenching my pillows in tears, balling my hands into fists at my sides in anger whenever I pass them in the hallway, and I've even started dreaming about the two of them. Well, I guess you would consider those dreams to be more like nightmares, as I usually wake up crying from them at night.

Luna and the boys have been really great through it all though, and I sometimes feel bad that Fred feels like he needs to pick between his twin brothers or my side, but he keeps telling me I'm way in the right and that "George is a dim witted git who doesn't know what he's missing".

It helps a little, knowing they've got my back in all of this.

When it comes to George and Angelina, well, I try my best to ignore them whenever they're  together, and whenever it's just me and George, then I try to act as normal as possible. I guess you could say I've gotten to be pretty good at acting unfazed, especially whenever he asks how I'm doing, which to my great disappointment, isn't as often anymore.

It's like he's not the same person anymore.

I still love him, and I still consider him to be one of my best mates, but George has changed a lot in the last month or so. I guess being in a relationship does that to you.

We barely spend any time together anymore, and when we do, all we seem to talk about is "Angelina this" and "Angelina that."

I suppose he's in love with her, and that breaks my heart more than I could ever have guessed it would.

So I stay out of their way whenever I can. I know George has probably noticed my odd behaviour as of late, but it's really the only way I'm ever going to be able to survive this. Seeing them.. it's just too much, and in distancing myself, I'm giving myself a chance to make it out the other side.

"Yeah, well, you keep telling yourself that. I'm telling you, George doesn't know what he's doing. He's probably with Angelina just to make you jealous." Alfie comments. I know they're just trying to make me feel better, but more often than not, it just makes me feel worse.

I sight, letting my chin rest in my hand as I pick at my food. I'm not really hungry. Actually, I haven't had an appetite in quite sometime. Heartbreak will do that to you, I guess. "Yeah, well, it's working".

Then I hear them.

She's laughing. He's laughing.

He's probably just told her some lame joke that I've heard a million times before.

"I'll see you guys later", I mutter, before grabbing my dinner plate and moving to my usual seat next to Luna.

"Mia—", Alfie, Fred (and a now updated Lee) all chorus.

"I'm fine", I mouth before greating Luna with a smile. "Promise."

I hear that familiar laugh that always makes me smile and my insides warm from behind me, and I pretend that I'm not at all bothered, when clearly, I'm gravely so. Then I hear George ask the others why I moved and why I've been acting so weird lately, and I hold my breath hoping their not about to sell me out. Hopefully, I can breathe (somewhat) normally again, when I hear Alfie explain that: "Oh, she'd okay. She's been under a lot of stress lately, is all. Think she needed a bit of girl time."

"Oh. Okay", I hear George mutter under his breath. When I turn around to catch a last glance at their table, I notice how her hand is propped up on his leg under the table.

She's smiling, he's smiling, and I'm absolutely done for.

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