catchlovegreta·:
This was the first proper conversation they were having after their break up and she couldn’t help but voice her thoughts. “I missed you.” Her voice was small, barely audible if he wasn’t sitting right next to her. She hadn’t meant to said it out loud, but she stood by her words. The decision to break up with him hadn’t come lightly to her, she’d been sitting on it for weeks, trying to tell herself that things would change, but ultimately she knew that she was doing him a favor. It was for the best. He had a big career as a professional Quidditch player ahead of him and she felt like she was the reason he was holding back, at least that was what she told him. It wasn’t just their careers. The war had been the final straw for her. She felt like she had a huge target on her back and he had it by association because he spent so much time around her. She couldn’t bear it if he got hurt because of her, so she did what she had to do. She distanced herself. Greta had mentioned it to him before, how she was scared they’d come after him because of her, but he’d always tried dismissing her worries.
“I agree.” It was calmer, even if the same death eaters from their time would come, people knew their identities now. There was no anonymity for them to hide behind. Which meant they had less power, although she couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t still scared of them. “But it’s not home.” This wasn’t their time, while it was nice to be here she didn’t feel like it was where she should be. “That’s good. I’m glad you’re doing what you love. You’re a great Quidditch player.” She smiled at him, taking another sip of her butterbeer before she said too much. Greta winced at what he said next. She still felt guilty about that day, but she tried telling herself that it was for the best. “I think I owe you an explanation.” Chances are when they’d go back to their time he’d forget this ever happened. So he’d still be safe.
Benjy heard her barely audible whisper, he desperately wanted to tell her he missed her, but he knew that would only make this harder. If he could choose, they would still be together, but she’d made the decision, and he had no choice but to respect her wishes. It only became more difficult when she was sat next to him, whispering about how she missed him. It wasn’t just Greta though, he knew that his work with the Order was going to be complex, he was putting her in even more danger by being with her. He’d never cared about any danger he was putting himself in, that didn’t matter to him, all that mattered was that she was okay. Why did everything have to be so complicated? “I’ve missed you too,” he replied, looking down at his glass, he couldn’t look her in the eye. He was never lost for words normally, but today it seemed like a frequent occurrence.
The man found it very difficult to listen to her continue with the conversation as normal, he wanted to talk, desperately, but the words weren’t forming in his mouth. He didn’t even grin when she mentioned he was a great Quidditch player, that would normally at least get a smile. It was almost a relief when she mentioned an explanation, maybe somehow they could figure this out. “No, you don’t need to explain, I know,” he nodded, his eyes locking with hers. “I get it.” He sighed, rubbing a hand against his forehead briefly, trying to decide what to say next. “Everything was against us, work, the war, time, it got difficult and relationships aren’t meant to be that difficult, right?” he raised an eyebrow at her, but it was obvious he didn’t agree with his last statement. “Where’s the fun if it’s not difficult? You're the one person who I would happily fight all of those things for. I want you and I don't care if I have to cut back on work or... I realise now that you're the most important thing to me.” he told her, searching for something in her eyes, begging for her to see what he could see. It took less than a moment for him to sigh again. “I told myself I wasn’t going to do that...”
