Chapter 41. Do You Love Him?

Hermione

I ran out of the room, my palm on my lips as I tried to hold myself from dropping to the floor and bawling.

His words shouldn't have affected me. I shouldn't have gotten attached to him in any way or cared about him. I should have allowed my hatred for him to grow until there was no more room for growth, yet I allowed myself to feel something for him—I didn't want to give it a name.

Thankfully, no one stopped me as I veered towards the garden. I just wanted to be alone and cry my heart out, then destroy every feeling I might have had for him.

The breeze carrying the enchanting scents of the flowers was like water used to quench a fire. It doused for a minute, the pain within me, making me relax as I dropped to the grassy ground.

I shut my eyes and allowed myself to be captivated by the sweet floral scent wafting into my nose, then I remembered how he made love to me that night and painful sobs escaped my lips.

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