You've been dating Fred Weasley for a year and a half. We started in the sixth year, and now we are in the seventh. Everything was great with you, you loved each other, supported each other, but for some reason the young man began to pull away.

When you were fighting, you always tried to find a compromise, but Fred didn't. He could easily say, "let's break up, since I'm so bad!". And you had no choice. You loved him. You were forgiving.

But at some point Fred said that again, and you agreed. She silently took it and left. And he stayed in the room. They went on vacation, and you stayed at school. The week passed terribly slowly. Fred was thinking about you, he asked his mom for advice..

When he returned from vacation, the next morning he went to your room with a homemade large bouquet of roses and sweets.

"Honey, I'm sorry.. I can't live without you."