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He didn’t know if he could do it anymore. Every fiber of his being missed her. He was stupid, letting his insecurities and others influence his mood. He shouldn’t have pushed her away. He should have took the heartbreak. And now he just missed talking to her.
A shuddered sigh left him as he didn’t make any attempt to stop the tears that fell from onyx hues. He sat in their old spot. Their little haven outside the herbology classroom. The tree sprouted flowers in the spring; sadly the tree had shed it’s leaves for the winter. Yet, the Slytherin boy managed to find some winter flowers; nestled in his hand as he waited.
He needed to mend what he broke. It was a nasty insult; one thrown out of anger and bitterness. Did she get his owl? He hoped Fridget dropped it off to her in the Great Hall. His owl was rather—- dim.
