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I sat in the library, like I did the whole last week.

Every day went exactly the same.

I woke up, had school till lunch and then learned for exams until midnight.

Super tired and anxious I would go to bed.

Tomorrow I had my last exam, potions. 

One of the hardest.

I definitely did underestimate the amount of what I should learn.

It was way too much to do in a day and my concentration was getting worse and worse.

The whole last week I had been walking around in Hogwarts like I was a ghost.

Usually I did my makeup and outfit and my hair, which I loved to do.

But in the last week my hair was always in a messy bun, my eye shadows so deep carved into my skin that it looked like I was dead.

It was 4 p.m.

The time was going by too fast, I would never be done until midnight today.

How am I supposed to do that?

I'm only human after all.

The only reason I get through all those days are 5 coffee cups and sugar.

When I have school with my friends I almost fall asleep on the table and never hear into their conversation anymore.

I am just so exhausted.

And I look like a mess.

I don't know how Mattheo still loves me or finds me cute in any way.

That's what he has been telling me during the last week, when we met.

It wasn't often and he had to leave for a Deatheater meeting 3 days ago.

He told me he'd be back today probably.

Not that I had much time to spend with him.

We had been together for 5 months now and he never failed to make me blush or laugh but in the last week I was too tired to do anything beside studying.

I did not even have to energy to laugh anymore.

I flipped to the next page, reading what it was about and after 2 minutes my head sinking into my arms.

My eyes may have been reading, but my brain not so much.

I didn't understand a word it said and I was breaking down again.

Exactly like everyday.

Almost 6 times a day.

I hate it so so much why do I have to learn this bullshit?

It's not like I'll keep it in my brain for the next months or so.

Hot tears streamed down my face.

With my head burried in my arms my body shook while crying.

I can't do this anymore.

You've made it so far.

I'm sorry but I can't keep going like this.

Tomorrow's the last exam.

I was close to giving up and to give a fuck about what grade I get when I felt hands on my shoulders.

Familiar hands.

Mattheo was finally back.

Great he came exactly then back when I was crying on the table, looking like I just got out of the grave.