catchlovegreta¡:
This was the first proper conversation they were having after their break up and she couldnât help but voice her thoughts. âI missed you.â Her voice was small, barely audible if he wasnât sitting right next to her. She hadnât meant to said it out loud, but she stood by her words. The decision to break up with him hadnât come lightly to her, sheâd 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 wasnât 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 couldnât 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 theyâd come after him because of her, but heâd always tried dismissing her worries.
âI agree.â 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 couldnât lie and say she wasnât still scared of them. âBut itâs not home.â This wasnât their time, while it was nice to be here she didnât feel like it was where she should be. âThatâs good. Iâm glad youâre doing what you love. Youâre a great Quidditch player.â 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. âI think I owe you an explanation.â Chances are when theyâd go back to their time heâd forget this ever happened. So heâd still be safe.Â
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 sheâd 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 wasnât 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. Heâd never cared about any danger he was putting himself in, that didnât matter to him, all that mattered was that she was okay. Why did everything have to be so complicated? âIâve missed you too,â he replied, looking down at his glass, he couldnât look her in the eye. He was never lost for words normally, but today it seemed like a frequent occurrence.Â
The man found it very difficult to listen to her continue with the conversation as normal, he wanted to talk, desperately, but the words werenât forming in his mouth. He didnât 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. âNo, you donât need to explain, I know,â he nodded, his eyes locking with hers. âI get it.â He sighed, rubbing a hand against his forehead briefly, trying to decide what to say next. âEverything was against us, work, the war, time, it got difficult and relationships arenât meant to be that difficult, right?â he raised an eyebrow at her, but it was obvious he didnât agree with his last statement. âWhereâs the fun if itâs 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.â 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. âI told myself I wasnât going to do that...âÂ









