I stood outside Harry's house, the familiar ache gnawing at my insides as I stared up at the looming building. It had never felt like home, not really. I had been living here, but there was always something cold and distant about it—a place where I existed, not lived. My fingers trembled as I reached for the door, the decision heavy on my heart.
This is it.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself. I couldn't do this anymore—pretend everything was okay, pretend I could go on with this life, with him. Too much had happened. Harry and I were beyond saving, and staying here was only prolonging the inevitable. I had to leave—for myself, for my sanity.
