He was going to ruin them, ruin her, and it was abundantly clear that she was better off without him. Art slipped his hand into the pocket of his coat which held his wand, and wrapped his hand around the handle. It took him a moment to decide where to go — he could not stay with Ben with Ben married to Melody, Fitz was gone, he could not begin to explain this to Freddie or to Lachlan or to his lesser Quidditch friends. So — he was out of friends and he was out of options, and staying here was just hurting his wife more.
He had to go back to old tricks, then, old places, the escapes he would have sought when he was nineteen. He was a coward, and he knew it, and maybe it was finally time to accept it.
Art disapparated.
He had to go back to old tricks, then, old places, the escapes he would have sought when he was nineteen. He was a coward, and he knew it, and maybe it was finally time to accept it.
Art disapparated.
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