*Destiny’s POV*
*Two weeks into the school year*

Sitting, legs tugged at my chest, I held myself as I thought. Just I had done a million times this summer. Think. That’s all I could do. Think about what I’ve done, what I’m going to do, and where I’m about to go.

Thinking and crying.

Silent tears rolled down my face occasionally, as I thought about everything I had to leave behind. Everything that I was going to have to let go.

He cried. I heard every sob. Every scream. Every bang on the door. I could tell he was sitting on my doorstep, crying. I broke him. I broke the boy I had fallen so deeply in love. And there was nothing I could do about it. I had to let him fall apart, and I had to stand here and watch.
Harry was on the outside of the door, crying. While I cried with him, but on the inside.
Brick by brick my walls came tumbling down. As I leaned against the inside of the door, the tears in my eyes turned the rainy day into a whirl wind of greys and yellows.
Throwing the nearest object across the room, I broke down. The sobs punched through, ripping through my muscles, bones, and guts.
I pressed my forehead against the front door, hoping, wishing, dying to be closer to Harry, as I let my heart sank in and out of my chest. It pulled back in like a yo-yo. Over and over. In and out. I was hollow. My life crumbling at my fingertips.
He would never know how much more letting him go hurt me than it hurt him. Never. And it didn’t want him to. Not now. Not ever. I could never hate him. I loved him too much. But I have to be okay with him hating me, it's what I wanted.

People walk on this earth each day and pretend that everything is okay, and it always will be. And now I shall join them.

So, I’ll be alright.

I’m okay now.

I’m fine.

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