Over (part 1)
Everything is coming to a startling end for Harry and Y/N. It’s really over?
I’m gonna go ahead and apologize for this one. Harry HAD been gone for a long time and I was feeling some type of way about it…
When had it become so one sided? How long had it hurt so badly? Since when were you the one making all the effort, and why haven’t you felt it until now? It was all crashing down. Crumbling, burning, incinerating. Screaming and rumbling– but you were silent. Words were caught in your throat, they didn’t dare escape.
“’M sorry. I just can’t….” Harry interrupted, his voice fuzzy coming from the phone. Always from the phone.
“It– Yeah..Alright. Maybe next week, right?” So badly you wanted to hide the realization in your voice, but it made itself known anyway.
“Y/N,” He began, but never finished. Even he knew that his argument didn’t stand a chance.
After countless moments of silence, ones that you spent hoping and praying Harry would come up with a compromise, he ended the phone call with a promise of he would call later. Of course he would, but how much later this time? Hours? Days? Weeks? It had turned into this now– a waiting game.