“I love you,” I say. (And I know it’s a not a thing. I know it doesn’t matter.) I turn away from him then, and tuck my wand in my pocket. It’s only anger making my legs move. I can’t believe he’s doing this, I can’t believe I’m leaving. I can’t believe this is it—that this is how we’re ending. It wasn’t the Mage. It wasn’t the War. It wasn’t the Humdrum. I stop at the door. I look back at Simon one more time. “I never thought I’d be the first thing you ever gave up on.”
