This is breaking my hearts in million pieces

I have a lot to do tomorrow before the trip.

I ran through the atrium adjacent to the Royal Opera House, stars through the glass ceiling lighting my path. The building that housed both the Royal Opera and the Royal Ballet was silent and still. One would think the place was deserted but I knew better.

Gigi fluffed up my tutu. “He’s Titania. Pretty, no?” “He’s Lysander!” Louis barked. He pulled me up off the ground and ripped off the tutu. “Come on, let’s get out of here,” he said, his hand fixed possessively on the small of my back.

“You did, Louis. You always told me I was your favorite dancer, remember?” he said, so innocently that I saw a glimpse of the shy boy in Madame Lesauvage’s class. “That’s not what I meant by that comment and you know it.”

“You think she’d publish a piece on Beauchamp in one of her newspapers?” “I think she could make him the most hated man on the planet if she wanted to.”

In that moment, he could be on a million magazine covers and dance every part in Swan Lake. I didn’t care. I would forgive him if he asked me to. He just had to say the word and I’d go back to being exactly as we were: best friends, twin souls, first loves.

This was a huge honor. I was so proud of him! Surely this gave me bragging rights.

I met up with Niall at the pub before the party. I was already half in the bag. I needed to sober up so I could get drunk again later.

I couldn’t believe it.

"Let’s make history," he said bravely.

This was the end of an era and we were all about to witness history.

There was a sort of tragic Elizabethan beauty to it—all these young bees and their queen left to fend for themselves.

Not Harry, or at least not the Harry I thought I knew. It was hard for me to reconcile the angelic curly-haired boy I met in fifth year to the cipher he became in our sixth year at the academy.

“No, you’re not. You were waiting for this moment because you didn’t have the guts to break up with me yourself.”

“Where did you run off to last night?” “I was with Harry.” He grinned. “So, Siegfried and Von Rothbart made up.”