I Would Abandon It All
She hated the hold he still had on her, even after all this time. Three years since they’d broken up, since the constant harassment from the press, from his parents, from their friends had become too much. Three years since they’d had enough of living in misery simply because they wanted to be together. The sad truth of it, though, was that she’d take him back in a heartbeat. If he turned up on her doorstep in the middle of the night and asked her to run away with him, she wouldn’t hesitate. She’d abandon it all and never look back.
Nobody that she’d been with since loved her the way he had. It had been all-encompassing, yet oddly simple. It was quiet, understated, but utterly consuming, and she missed it. She’d been addicted to the feeling of being loved like that. She still was, considering the hours she spent longing to feel it again. The hours she spent cursing his new partners, spiralling in her jealousy as she saw pictures in Witch Weekly of him on dates, taking other witches to the places he’d taken her.
Everyone had said she’d be happier now. Everyone had been so incredibly wrong about that. She wasn’t happier. She felt empty, as if he’d taken parts of her with him. As if he’d carved out her heart and decided to keep it, even if they weren’t together anymore.
Every day, she prayed that he’d write to her. An owl or a floo call or something that told her he was suffering as much as she was. There wouldn’t be anything like that, of course, seeing as he’d been able to actually move on. If the gossip magazines were to be believed, he was fully intending on marrying his current partner. She didn’t know her name. She didn’t want to know her name. She worried what she’d do with that information if she had it.
Gods, but if he turned up outside her house and asked for her hand, she would give it without a second thought. There would be no consideration, no pros or cons list, she’d just reach for him and never let go again. She really would just abandon it all.