The past few months have been the worst for me. Hermione had lost the pregnancy and haunted me with the knowledge of it daily. This morning, the ranting had begun, and I was just about sick of it as I was months ago.
“...you don't love me. Why are you still with me? The guilt? You are with me because of guilt right?” She yelled, her disheveled hair smelling of days-old grime.
“Do you even shower anymore, Hermione?” I said, scrunching my nose at the stench that was oozing from her body.
“You don't look at me anymore. It's just sad. I love you so much.” She cried, and I dodged her when she tried to hug me.
“Come here. Let me help you take your bath.” I cajoled her. A part of my heart broke at all she had been through. The emotional stress I had put her through because of what I had fou
