{HERMIONE}

“Sweetie! Your chicken!” The grill man screams behind me but I don't stop.

“Get it together, Hermione. Stop acting weak.” I mutter under my breath as I drag my legs toward the yard rooms.

They feel too heavy to move, like I’m dragging blocks along with me.

“He doesn’t exist to me anymore.”

“I don’t care who his lips touch.”

“I don’t give a fuck what he does with his life.”

But my stomach twists so hard I think I might throw up.

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