|| Run Away Before I Know ||
Nothing was the same. Ginny was dying, and even though everyone died eventually, even though he saw it happen over and over again...he couldn't handle it. How long had he known Ginny? Three years? Four? Long enough to know that it didn't matter anymore.
"You're not better than the rest of them." He spat, having been arguing with the redhead for a while now. He had come to say goodbye properly, had come to speak with her one last time before moving on. Before leaving the country for a while until enough time passed that no one remembered anyone here. "You can't even live up to their own standards. Look at you."
He was hurt. He was angry, he thought he was over it. He thought this was going to be nice. But he should have just gone. He should have let her be and take what they had. "Rotting away in your little corner like you're done fighting."
He wanted her to hit him. He wanted her to smack him, to writhe with anger and hatred. "Or did you ever begin? Do you honestly believe those kids you took a beating for are any stronger for it? You made them weak."











