Annie stood alone on the sidewalk. The rain pelting down on her was thick and cold, much too cold for summer rain. Her shoulders shook but not from the rain, her eyes burned but not from the cold. She had known this was coming since graduation and she tried to prepare herself for it a million times over but he blow was harder yet.
Her eyes stayed cemented on a spot just under the streetlamp where someone had just apparated. They were gone. He was gone. She willed him to come back, to give up. They could go into hiding. Together. But she knew that could never happen, knew he would not, could not, come back.
She’d been warned but she chose not to believe the wise words of those around her. ‘Get out while you can,’ said one. ‘Don’t dive too deep,’ said another. It was an endless record of voices inside her brain but her soul was empty. Lost of it’s other half. She was empty.
Annie was alone.