Chapter One: THE FIRST POEM
They come in the night
The nightmares
The howling
The screaming
The pain
They come in the day
The panic
The terror
The shame
Walls falling
Shields breaking
Humans crying
A girl weeping
Then--
After the pain
After the shock
After the sadness
The anger
It came
Then--
After the fury
After the rage
The numbness
It came
Giving up
Dying, but still alive
Until there's nothing left
Until there's nothing to be
The words formed under my quill as if by magic, seamlessly connecting and forming a poem. I preferred to call them stories, but officially, I dubbed them as poems. I closed my eyes, the words flooding through me.
I knew I looked like a wreck, with my bloodshot eyes and messy hair. I wore pajamas that would have usually made me cringe, only now I found that I didn't care.
He had thrown out my my clothes, my belongings, changing the lock until I couldn't even get into our house anymore. It wasn't even my house-- he always insisted on paying the bills. How I thought he was such a gentleman, how I thought he was so romantic.
How very wrong I was.
Because Ron had left me-- he had finally left me-- and everything was over.
Because I was over. I had literally given up everything-- a chance to be a top Auror, discontinuing S.P.E.W to support him during his games, even Diana Long's friendship to date her former boyfriend. And if losing contact with my parents for all eternity except for phone calls every few months wasn't enough, I didn't know what was.
I had thought that this wouldn't happen, thought that these things couldn't happen. This wasn't supposed to happen-- after the War, after the Great Battle- this wasn't allowed to happen.
I deserved to have a happy ending, didn't I? I had fought Death Eaters and survived, I had tracked down the Horcruxes.
Then why couldn't I have a happy ending like I was supposed to? Why couldn't I have ridden off into the sunset, holding hands and kissing Ron?
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