(harry potter universe, but no voldemort!)

after yet another unsuccessful date in the city of edinburgh, you fall onto your couch, in your one bedroom apartment and bury your face in your hands.

you would say you could feel your heart pounding in your chest as the memory of barty crouch jr came into your mind, but that would be impossible. he kept your tortured heart, telling you you're better off.

are you?

not really, you think, as you lay alone in your dark apartment.

barty crouch jr was an enigma. a beautiful, heartbreaking enigma.

you felt more in brief moments with barty than you ever had with any other person

he'd done this to you. he has left behind all these broken pieces of yours, proclaiming himself not enough for you.

you couldn't disagree more. he was enough, more than enough, couldn't he see that? he was infinite, to you. but maybe that was the ache of losing him talking.

he was your best friend, back in hogwarts, when you moved in together. he was your best friend when he broke up with you. he was your best friend, and that was the worst part.

you shove off your leather jacket - well, barty's old one, and pick yourself up. you should've known it was a matter of time until he destroyed you.

and a matter of time until you picked up your home telephone. you twirl the wire around your finger, and dual the numbers into the rotary.

two rings, it takes.

“hello?” his voice comes through the telephone.