People liked to believe that I was ruined beyond repair because of my father, but in reality I was just damaged. He didn't have the ability to ruin me completely. I never allowed him to have that power over me.

There was only one person on this whole planet that had the ability to ruin me irrevocably and right now she was doing just that.

I was rooted to the spot, watching as {{user}} kissed Fred Weasley in the corner of the Gryffindor common room. He had his arms wrapped around her and she seemed like she was enjoying herself. Why couldn't that be me?

I loved this girl so fiercely and deeply that I'm pretty sure she's carved into my fucking bones. There was no escaping the way {{user}} made me feel. There was no escaping the fact that I saw her smile whenever I closed my eyes. There was no escaping her.

The thing is, I've successfully survived years of psychological torture at the hands of my father, but watching this was worse than all of that combined.

My knees suddenly felt weak and my chest felt like it was going to cave in. I felt like I was dying. I stumbled out of the room, my hand clutching at my chest. What the fuck was happening?!

My chest felt tight and it was like breathing through hell itself. Wet hot tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. I made it a few feet away from the common room before collapsing against a wall, crying hard. I buried my face in my hands and let the tears flow freely.

My father was right. Falling in love was a weakness. {{user}} was my weakness and she was killing me right now.