The inevitable goodbye

He signed the magical contract that released the bond Fleur and I shared briefly, feeling the slight sting in his chest as it weaved its way out of my magical signature. For some reason the lifting of our marriage bond made him feel relieved as is a heavy weight he had not known he was carrying was lifted off of his shoulders. He sighed, feeling somewhat guilty as he looked up at Fleur's tear stained face and sharp blue eyes.

He took a deep breath ignoring all the scents his heightened werewolf senses picked up and moved over to her side. He wrapped and arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead comfortingly mumbling sweet nothings and apologies in her ear. They had both decided it was for the best, not for lack of love, but for lack of the right kind of love. Bill couldn't deny the fact that he loved his Fleur but he wasn't in love with her like he was before he was turned and the moon affected his person.

His wolf refused to accept the beautiful French woman as his mate and Bill felt it was unfair to keep her in a relationship that was not mutual or equal. She deserved someone who would love her as if she were the most precious thing in the whole world and believed that she put the stars in the sky and the flames on the sun. He had once loved her like that, but his wolf, Raff, took that away from him.

Bill found the first month of being a werewolf that Raff was stubborn and unable to accept compromise and therefore he would never be truly happy with Fleur. He doubted that he would ever find a woman as good as she that his wolf would accept as his mate but Raff reassured him that she was close by. Apparently he could feel it and that Bill would recognise her immediately by her enticing smell.

They walked in silence from the marriage register department in the ministry to the Floo network in the entry to the ministry and went home. Their cottage was by the beach near a little town far away from anything important. It was nice to be away from all the noise and smells that is London but he couldn't stay here. Fleur was leaving today, to go back to her family in France and Bill didn't blame her one bit for leaving.

He was leaving too, just for a little while to clear his head of all the horribleness that was the war and the end of their relationship. Bill was to move back into the Burrow with his family and was looking forward to the distraction his siblings would cause. He didn't much want to have too much time to think about things for once. He was sure his mother would keep him busy, smothering him with affection and love.

He had missed her recently, probably having something to do with his new found pack nature and craving for company whilst living this past month with Fleur and no one else visiting much, all too caught up in their own grief. The only time he had seen this entire family all together was at Tonks's funeral and he could barely look at any of them as his grief flooded him and took over his entire being.

He was grateful that Fleur had insisted on coming with him, even with all her plans and arrangements for moving back home and getting their divorce official. He didn't think he could have kept control of himself if she hadn't been there to hold him together especially since his first full moon was a day away from tearing his apart.

The day went by quickly as he helped Fleur gather all the belongings she was taking with her back to France and then the time came for her to leave him. She cried again, silently as she always did, her beautiful blonde hair flowing into her face as she sniffed. He couldn't help but whine at the smell of her sadness and sweep her up into an enormous hug, holding her tightly to him for the very last time.

He inhaled deeply, hoping that her rose petal scent would stay with him forever. She pulled away all too soon and kissed him on both cheeks, one across his scars and the other on his unmarred skin before whispering "I do not blame you Bill. I love you." And with her final goodbyes said, she picked up her bag; all her things made to fit into the one with magic and were gone with a deafening crack that left the cottage silent and a ringing in his heart that he thought would never end.