Still the One

Charlotte's POV:

Harry returned from boot camp this morning, and ever since he's been trying to lure me out of the room. Yes, I have been shut in my room for four days now, and no I haven't eaten. Everytime I even think about food, the massive lump in my throat gets in the way. Or I was sick. I guessed I'm so grief-stricken by the loss of my little babies that I'm being sick? I don't know, but I don't have the energy to care.

My day consists of sitting and staring, whether it's into space or at the ultrascan picture - that I will always cherish - it doesn't matter; I'm just as distraught either way. I think I've cried my body weight in tears, but Harry doesn't seem to care. He sounds so happy when he's trying to trick me into opening the door, so unaffected by this whole ordeal. How can I ever love someone who doesn't care? I can't be with someone who doesn't even shed a tear for his children. I mean they're dead! They are fricking dead and he doesn't give a damn! How could he do this to me? I bet he meant to, and this was all just some big plan, me miscarriaging adding a cherry on the top.

I should have known he'd never change. You can take the boy from the populars, but you never never rid the boy of the popular. Idiot. Jerk. The list of insults that fit his position goes on and on and on...

I guess this this is it for us, I can't be with him anymore.

Notes

Hey guys! I'm sooooooooooooo sorry for going all MIA cos like I don't even have a reason? I've not been over loaded with homework, I've not had other arrangements. I guess I'm just lazy xxx