chapter 71

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It was Wednesday.
At least, I guessed that it was.

I'd been back in our London townhouse since Saturday.

The pain hadn't gone.

I didn't feel better.

I was just numb.

Numb to the pain.
Numb to Cedric.
Numb to everything.

I didn't want to see anyone.
I didn't want to explain the truth.
That would make it too real.

I wanted to live in my fragile bubble forever.

For the most part, I wandered around the house like a ghost.

When it was cold, I didn't bother to turn on the heat.

When it was stuffy, I didn't bother to open a window for fresh air.

I didn't eat
I didn't shower.
And I certainly didn't sleep.

I couldn't face the nightmares.

Flickering images.
An endless cycle.
Penelope.
Cedric.
The kiss.
The confession.

Pause. Rewind. Play.

Pause. Replay.

Pause.

Wake up.
Scream.
Cry.
Break glass.
Sleep.

Replay.

I love you Penelope.

Replay.

I love you Penelope.

Replay.

But I did study for my NEWT exams.
I did worry about falling behind.
I did miss my friends.
I did.

Replay.

There was no escape.

Replay.

I laid in bed.
Staring at the ceiling.

Replay.

And that's how it went.
Day after day.

Replay.

Nothing changed.
Nothing got better.

Replay.

The world passed me by and I let it.

Replay.

I sat on my windowsill.
Looked out at the street below.
Men walking.
Woman walking. 
Children walking. 

Replay.

They carried on with their lives.
As if nothing had happened.
And for them it hadn't.

Replay.

There had been an earthquake for me.
My building crumpled.
Brick.
Dust.
A tragedy.

Replay.

But nothing for the strangers on the street.

Replay.

I sat there for countless hours.

A couple walked by.
Hand in hand.
At the end of the road.
A kiss.
A goodbye.

Pause.

I stood up.
I stepped away from the window.
I flicked my wand.

Darkness.

Rewind.

Into bed.
The ceiling again.

From the beginning.

A fresh tear crept on my cheek.
I ignored it.

Play.

And life kept moving around me.

I love you Penelope.
I love you Penelope.
I love you Penelope.

Erase tape failed.
Erase tape failed.
Erase tape failed.

A breath.

Replay.

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