Marion took a step back, as if to regain balance after the storm of knives he’d just thrown at her. She felt her eyes water, but she refused to cry in front of him. Using his own advice, she didn’t want him to know how much he could actually hurt her. “You’re a fucking prick, Connor. Go rot in hell.” She just wanted out. She wanted it all to end. She couldn’t take it anymore – the lies, the gossip, the pain. It was too much. She started to understand why her mother hadn’t left the house in years now. It was just easier to not deal with stuff at all. “Well, I’m glad that it took us breaking up for you to finally say something that’s not a complete lie. Good for you,” she spat, mustering all the venom she had in her into those words.
She wanted to hate him for everything he’d done to her – oh Merlin, she should hate him! But then why didn’t she? Why did she want to kiss him instead of slapping him in the face? She turned and walked away, refusing to look back when he called her. She bit her lip to prevent herself from breaking down, just until she was out of his sight. “Have a nice life, Connor.”
He looked at her, hurt. Knowing he maybe had just done the biggest mistake of his life, he knit his eyebrows together as if feeling bad for what he did. Not wanting to break down and hug her, he contained himself and kept his stern expression. “And who says I give a fuck about whatever you say? I’m living life quite fine, unlike you obviously. Oh sob your tears, you’re hurting yourself,” he mustered, answering her. He thought if he hadn’t dealed with it, maybe it would’ve gone away. Too bad, he ruined everything. Really, being Connor, it made him seem like the victim, but he really wasn’t, and he knew it. “Marion, I’m done using you. I have no interest, just like little muggle boys and their toys, I’m bored,” he shrugged, feeling as if it was like those words weren’t even coming from his own mouth. It was just coming and it couldn’t stop.
As she turned and didn’t look back, even when he called her, he sighed, putting his hands in his hair. He didn’t know what to do. If he went after her, he’d be insulted, if he didn’t do anything, there would be a pain in his heart, feeling guilty of what he could do. So, he took a risk. He ran. “Marion!,” he shouted, trying to catch up to her.
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